How long can it possibly take to pack four motorcycle panniers? Two hours, and a lot of fussing, from me, about the uneven weight distribution in the panniers belonging to the Red Devil. What I hadn't realised is, once I was on the bike, I wouldn't notice the small discrepancy at all!
Soon we were cruising at highway speed again. The heated grips were on and the wheat belt towns of Wagin and Katanning were quickly under our belts. We stopped for tea at the small town of Broomehill. Broomehill is a great place for a stop, with clean toilets, and if you feel inclined, a pub next door. While we sheltered from the biting wind, Steve gave me a drilling on what I stood to lose arguing with a 4WD like that - point taken!
Always trust your instincts. We checked the map and we were expecting to veer right, to take the short road to the Stirling Range. We saw the sign but lead hand Larry was enjoying the bends and we were going a little too quickly to take all the information in. Feeling the error in our ways, we stopped. Steve went back, to check the sign, and still we went the wrong way! We were riding east again and we both felt uneasy at the thought of riding away from where we wanted to go. Once we were out on Chester Pass Road the sky darkened and the gale force SW wind made us cautious as we lent our bikes with the wind. A light shower of rain smudged the road kill on my visor but that was quickly wiped away with a gloved hand. I had forgotten what it was like to ride in the rain and I slowed down a little, remembering that the tread on the Red Devil's tires was wearing a little thin.
The rainbow, over the Stirling Range, looked menacing as Steve came along side and pointed at his fuel tank - the big GS's computer said "low on fuel." Oops - perhaps the big bike uses more fuel than we originally thought. I just shrugged and wondered where he was planning to fill up. We stopped at a one pump station but we didn't take on fuel - we were worried that they might be selling the stuff that chokes motorcycles to death. We rode on, a few kilometres later Steve's onboard said "out of fuel, mate." Fortunately the big GS ignored the technology and kept purring along. We arrived at Porongurup just before the Kangaroos thought of making a nuisance of themselves on the road verges. If we'd brought the laptop I would have placed a post on Facebook which read "arrived Porongorup - having a great time."
|Bikes in bed at the end of the day.|