Later on, after making a really early exit , the rear tyre started to show the signs of being on its' last legs. The Toyota/Tyres-shop at Hall's Creek only suggested that either I ride 320km onwards, or I should order a new tyre that would be delivered by bus someday. And I should replace it myself... 0 points for service.
At least the roadside views were getting better, as I was limping towards Kununurra. Duct tape melted away in every 10 km or so...
All 10p for the Kununurra Small engines and MC shop, as they had a tyre, reasonable pricing and drove me to hotel.
4 comments:
Take it easy and as an experience: Life is a fucking bitch!
Like we say: Ich werde jeden Tag gefickt... vom Leben;-)
Hey, you survived the Day! Look at the bright side - it did not rain, and beer is cold?
Cheers mate!
Thats what I call tyre well consumed!
Es kütt wie es kütt... good luck has never been my friend - as the song goes! ;-)
Beer? Where? This is in a probation zone, no carrying alcohol in it (no porn either!) This has something to do with the original population... I saw closely just how mental they can be after a few cold ones, so Im not blaming the authorities of banning alcohol from certain areas.
They would sell beer in bistro, but as the turist season isnt started yet, it isnt open!
At the shop the guy just stated that I wasnt the first one limping in with gaffer taped tyre :)
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