With a flight, a few weeks, and a few
too many beers between the end of the bike ride and now, it's time to
sum up all that was. I wish I could do it in a pithy statement or
something for people with short attention spans, but it was so much
more to me than just two months on the road. Not only did I feel
extremes of emotion unlike anything I had felt before, most days
consisted of redefining the concept of extreme.
There were daily highlights, as the
stop at the Bullant Brewery showed some merit to even the worst day
of the trip. The mountain camp site over looking the Hawkesbury River
was by far the most impressive place to stay. Any forested descent
could lay claim to the best section to ride, but the section just
outside Kiama probably induced the most yelps of pleasure. Riding
towards Moruya, alongside Myall Lakes and towards Wollongong stand
out largely because of the scenery they offered more than the quality
of road.
Aside from the act of riding and sense
of achievement engendered, the biggest highlight would be the
friendliness of the people I met along the way. Even people that
hated bikes being on the road, enjoyed chatting about what such a
trip entails. Questions about my sanity subsided the further along I
rode, and I could not imagine the degree of respect I would have
enjoyed had I chosen to ride for a charity. My parents couldn't tell
me enough how proud they were, and merely seeing something through to
the end was a feat in itself for me.
The totally of the stats listed below
may have had more relevance had I set the cycle computer for the
right wheel size, something I was unaware you could do until I reset
the thing for post ordeal use. That was a 50/50 proposition between
26inch and 700cc and I have learned to accept how such things always
turn out. More important concerns remained unchanged, such as trailer
reliability, disposition of rider and duration of ass numbness.
The only real lowlight was anything and
everything that was dependant upon the trailer. My initial plan had
been to treat it to a Captain Caveman style clubbing, but the anger
subsided rapidly after I was no longer reliant on it. I knew it was
capable of one last act of vengeance by burying parts of itself in me
as I gave it a right proper trashing. None of the ways in which I
envisaged its demise were actually rooted in possibility, unless one
of my Melbourne friends had taken up arms dealing in my absence. That
wasn't the case, so I had to settle for letting the trailer rust out
its days as a planter box in Simon and Tanya's expansive garden.
Everything else is okay to be used
again, albeit in a slightly reduced capacity and worn manner. Things
like bike gloves, sunglasses and certain nerve endings will need
renewal, but everything else that broke along the way still
functions, in a manner of speaking. Dad took three seconds to fix up
my tent pole, merely moving the inner tubing to the broken piece from
its closest neighbour. There is no look the human face is capable of
when hours, days, weeks of frustration, confronts the simplest of
remedies. Dad accurately portrayed someone who was pretty chuffed
with themselves knowing that although I may have size and youth on my
side, Dad will always be more practical than me.
My second ride around Melbourne proved
that fact once and for all. I had gone along the Maroondah Highway
and passed by all the wonderful vineyards there such as Domain
Chandon, such and such, and etc. Yeah, I still spent more time
watching the condition of the road than enjoying the scenery around
me! A kilometre of two out of Healesville, the bike suffered its
first ever puncture. It was such a surprise that I wobbled along on
the rim for awhile before realising what was wrong. A three inch nail
had buried itself in the side wall, allowing the sealant to simply
leak out rather do what it is designed for.
I had a pump on me but no spare tube.
Trying to re-inflate the tyre brought hissing noises from the valve
stem leading me to intelligently deduce that the nail wasn't the only
issue. I inspected the tread and saw it peppered with numerous holes
large enough to be capped by small white tops of effective sealant.
An uncountable amount of smaller holes lacked such signs, but still
proved that the sealant was one of the best investments for the trip.
Two happy coincidences then presented
themselves to remedy my situation. A friend had the day off, a
thirsting for beer and the openness to impromptu trips out to the
country. And I had fortuitously managed to break down within walking
distance of the White Rabbit Brewery. My ride for the day was halved,
I got tipsy enough to forget that combining my name with bicycling
spells 'imminent misfortune' and decided it was in my best interest
not to ride the bike again in Melbourne.
Once back at Simon's, I realised I may
want to ride the bike again at some point and figured fixing it
sooner rather than later was best to that end. Disassembly was
straight forward, as any idiot can pull something apart, unless they
are seething with rage. I wasn't to begin with, but after five
minutes of trying to wrestle the new tread into the rim I started to
explore new shades of facial colour with repressed anger. Walking
passed casually, Simon paused briefly, but long enough to pop the
tread in place before I was even able to suppress my snorting. Off he
wandered, hands in pockets and whistling casually as I contemplated
giving up altogether to start collecting barbie dolls, 'Twilight'
DVDs or flowers from fresh graves.
Inserting the tyre sealant in the bike
shop is a two minute distraction. It's an hour long chance to think
of ways to clean it off the driveway if done at home. Doing so also
gave me plenty of time to think about how my lack of mechanical skill
had contributed to the overall ride. I spent 10,000% longer cursing
about the trailer than Dad took fixing it. I wasn't carting around a
welder and a grinder, but both will top the list if such an endeavour
is entertained again. Had I known the issue was going to be so major,
and enduring, I would have taken steps earlier. Such things as the
tent pole either prove that my way of fixing something is fucking it
up so badly the only option left is replacement. Or, that the ride
was an opportunity to improve my undeveloped mechanical dexterity;
and I fucked that up too.
Some people just have a harder time of
things because they're not cut out for that particular experience.
I'd hit the deck in a flash if I went to work in an abattoir, or an
operating theatre. Some people will always burn water no matter how
much cooking instruction they get. So I focused on preparing my body
for the rigours of everyday riding, but I didn't train my mind for
repairs that would be necessitated by two months on the road. It may
have coloured the bike ride somewhat, sort of like pouring two litres
of black paint over an ant, but nothing can alter how unique the
experience had been.
In conclusion, it was an overwhelmingly
positive experience. One that I will remember fondly for the rest of
my days. I may twitch uncontrollably and want to suck my thumb every
time I see the trailer in Simon's garden, but the headaches and
homicidal rage it induced along the way have largely been forgotten
already.
Days |
Kms/day |
Ave speed |
Time |
|
|
1 |
80 |
17.3 |
4:47 |
Beaudesert |
|
2 |
51.85 |
14.3 |
3:48 |
Andrew Drynan Camp |
|
3 |
90.98 |
16.7 |
5:25 |
Lismore |
|
4 |
47.45 |
17.9 |
2:03 |
Evans Head |
|
5 |
69.62 |
20.6 |
3:22 |
Iluka |
|
6 |
110.47 |
20.1 |
5:29 |
Corindi Beach |
|
7 |
83.53 |
19.6 |
4:15 |
Nambucca Heads |
|
8 |
31.4 |
18.4 |
1:45 |
Grassy Head |
|
9 |
61.51 |
19.9 |
3:04 |
Crescent Head |
|
10 |
12.89 |
18.8 |
0:41 |
Lake Kathie |
|
11 |
76.51 |
19.7 |
3:52 |
Taree |
|
12 |
97.43 |
19.5 |
4:58 |
Buladelah |
|
13 |
51.51 |
17.1 |
3:00 |
Nelson Bay |
|
14 |
50.62 |
21.4 |
2:21 |
Tomago |
|
15 |
70.99 |
19.5 |
3:37 |
Kanwal |
|
16 |
48.25 |
18.7 |
2:34 |
Mt. White |
|
17 |
42.15 |
16.3 |
2:34 |
Sydney |
|
18 |
96.82 |
17.1 |
5:38 |
Dapto |
|
19 |
52.14 |
18.6 |
2:47 |
Shoalhaven Heads |
|
20 |
81.32 |
19.4 |
4:11 |
Ulladulla |
|
21 |
72.63 |
17.7 |
4:05 |
Tomakin |
|
22 |
70.99 |
19.9 |
3:33 |
Mystery Bay |
|
23 |
24.35 |
16.3 |
1:29 |
Bermagui |
|
24 |
78.13 |
17.7 |
4:24 |
Pambula |
|
25 |
23.92 |
15.9 |
1:29 |
Eden |
|
26 |
63.94 |
17.1 |
3:43 |
Genoa |
|
27 |
47.64 |
17.9 |
2:39 |
Cann River |
|
28 |
75.2 |
19.3 |
3:53 |
Orbost |
|
29 |
99.78 |
17.8 |
5:35 |
Bairnsdale |
|
30 |
76.98 |
21.2 |
3:37 |
Sale |
|
31 |
62.46 |
18.2 |
3:25 |
Traralgon |
|
32 |
73.92 |
20.2 |
3:34 |
Neerim South |
|
33 |
59.75 |
19.7 |
3:01 |
Millgrove |
|
34 |
44.03 |
18.9 |
2:19 |
Coldstream |
|
Total |
2181.16 |
|
126:57:00 |
|
|
Ave |
64.15 |
18.49 |
3:26 |
|
|