Across the Eyre Peninsula
Highway to Hell
I had some wheel trouble again. I’m not all that surprised that after the pounding it took along the road and especially since the rim failure that some spokes are on their last legs. I’ve been checking all the spokes in the morning before I set off and this morning I found a broken one. So I set up my mobile workshop in the town park.
This time I’d no trouble removing the cassette and in no time I had the new spoke in and the wheel back to true. There was a little drama unfolding in the town though. Some random guy was headed for Coober Pedy from here, it’s 500km on dirt roads with no services. First he was trying to get fuel, and directions. Then a little while later he appear again needing beer for the trip. So he banged on the door of the hotel until they gave him what he wanted. Then his car wouldn’t start so he had to push it. To make sure it was going he revved it almost to death whilst driving around town attracting the attention of the cops. Eventually he took off but without his dog so he had to come back again. Just as I was getting ready to leave the cops were escorting him back into town. Some words were being spoken but he wasn’t driving anywhere after that. He was making a Mr. Bean style drama out of getting from this town 
Over the next few days it was pretty much similar every day. They all just blended into one long tough ride. The wind was being very unkind and this road lacked any sort of charm at all. I had planned on following the coastal route around the peninsula but time and more importantly money are concerns now. My drama with my wheel cost me both time and tons more money than I wanted to spend. So I won’t be going north to Alice Springs when I get to Port Augusta. I can’t really afford it at this stage but I no longer have enough time to get up and back for the Grand Prix in Melbourne.