Day 15 back to bitchy

Yes today we rode the last 70km of dirt. Chris and Peter parted ways at Burra (160km north of Adelaide) . One last night before returning to their respective homes.

Day 14 the long way down

We set off today down the birdsville track hoping to take a short cut to inaminka, as it turned out the turn off was not marked, unfortunately we were forced to complete the entire birdsville track to Maree. The 530km consisted of rock and deep sand all of which makes interesting riding. The cooper creek was up, the only way to cross was via a ferry moving 1 car at a time at 6/hour. When we arrived 26 4x4s were waiting to cross (do the math), fortunately we moved to the head of the queue (as you on a bike) avoiding the creek side camp-out. We limped into Maree after 8:00pm unable to avoid the night ride.

Day 13 the nags

Well we didn't come to birdsville with 5000 others not to see the races. Over 30° and ice cold beer nothing more to say.

Day 12 Birdsville

The scene was set an early start on the last leg to birdsville, 270km of dirt a crisp morning; we prepared the bikes set tire pressure and suspension and set off, 40km down the road Chris noticed his oil plug missing, he had left it off after doing an oil change this morning. He had lost over a litre but had just enough to continue, he fashioned a plug from an old bar stop and continued. The track was not as bad as we thought although some bikers found it too much and returned 60km in. We made it, a few close calls but unscathed.
The $5 shower in town worked a treat to revive us as we kicked back with a few beers and one of Matt and Sams magnificent camp oven roast, a fitting end to a hard day.

Day 11 last of the bitchy

It was a long haul today for Chris, Peter now teamed with Matt & Sam.   It was Chris's turn today to be challenged by an unpredictable emu, fortunately we were well versed in what to do and the collision was narrowley avoided.
A bit of miss- communication caused one rider to do an extra 50km. Lets just say we are now instigating the golden dirt bike rule, when separated return to the place you were last seen. We are at the end of the bitumen the next 270km are dirt, reports range from; freshly graded she'll be right mate to "2 guys on bikes were choppered out yesterday" another bush camp tonight sharing our fire with a bunch of north Melbourne supporting Tasmanians blind drunk on Bundy.