Day 6 – nowhere to Nundroo 224 km I woke after a couple of hours in my bivvy a couple of hundred metres back from the road and thought of getting up for my early start. But I was still tired and dozing a bit longer was more appealing, so it was 5am when I … Continue reading IPWR 2017: Day 6 – an unexpected encounter, the land of the March flies and BANG!
Mundrabilla to nowhere, c.180km Before sunrise, I woke from a broken sleep and reflected on the day before. It had been a mistake not to have stopped at Madura as I had planned. And I’d obviously got the closing time of the roadhouse wrong (I later checked my source (Nullarbornet) and I had noted it … Continue reading IPWR 2017 – Day 5: the Madura Shelf and Eucla Pass: pain, heat, food and lost time
Caiguna to Mundrabilla After my overnight ride down the 90-mile straight, I stopped briefly for food at Caiguna roadhouse. I also adjusted my cleats. I’d had a bit of discomfort half way down the 90-mile so decided to slam my cleats right back. Jokingly, I said to Joe ‘If you see me at the side … Continue reading IPWR 2017 – Day 4: Payback for riding through night: exhausted and ravenous. But finally, a kangaroo!
Norseman to Caiguna, 370km When I got up, later than planned, the sun was already up and I’d slipped back a few places, to about 20th. But I felt refreshed and alert. And hungry! So I ambled over to the roadhouse restaurant. The menu showed lots of pies, meat pies, steak pies, beef pies, lamb … Continue reading IPWR 2017 – Day 3: The Nullarbor, my ‘disc’ wheel, but still no roos
Southern Cross to Norseman 352km daily / 780km cumulative / 390km average per day While I was on my bench in Southern Cross, the wind got up, a cold, south wind. And it started raining. I was dry under my canopy, but the wind was making me cold so, after a couple of hours of … Continue reading IPWR 2017 – Day 2: Rain, crosswinds, headwinds & towns that time forgot
Fremantle to Southern Cross 428km daily / 428km cumulative / 428km average per day Just as the sun was rising, I left my AirBnB in the East of Fremantle to ride downhill, into the town and out to the Start, by a lighthouse at the end of a long sea wall. I had plenty of … Continue reading IPWR 2017 – Day 1: empty roads, big trucks, small towns and no kangaroos
It’s taken me 9 months to feel like writing something about IndyPac. I wanted to write something, as I had some good times, some bad times and there were some interesting things that happened along the way. But every time I thought about doing it, there was a big black cloud which made it … Continue reading IPWR 2017 – Prologue: what, where and why?