It started shortly after getting my bike all packed up when I found no electricity getting to my communications box which takes care of the UHF radio and ipod. This meant unpacking.the bike to get under the seat to find a blown fuse resulting in a ride to servo for fuse, unpack, fuse replacement, and replace. All up about and hour of mucking around.
Next up, about 40 kilometers out of Whyalla, and in the middle of nowhere, Amelia's tail light starts flickering and she pulls up with the bike running rough. This time it was Amelia's turn to muck around to get under the seat. We diagnosed the problem to be the battery lead having come loose. With the help of a friendly passing motorist we got it fixed enough to get us to the next town, Cowels.
In Cowels we bought some parts, had some lunch, and Amelia set to finishing off her repairs. Some friendly locals came around and admired Amelia's technical prowess ("gee nice to see a chick working on her own bike"). I also took the opportunity to replace a lost screw, and tighten a few others.
The rest of the day, what was left of it, went much better. We settled into a long stretch down to Port Lincoln. The countryside is do beautiful, it's like we're riding through the north of England or Ireland. So green, with rolling hills and grey clouds. I suspect it's not normally like this.
The day's travel finished nicely with ritualistic beer and bike inspection with admiring comments towards each others bike and commendments as to how each other handle their problems.
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2 comments:
Glad both of you sorted out your mechanical problems. We are all enjoying your blog and watching your progress of the map.
Regards,
Mum, Dad, Stewart and Lizzie
Thanks, we're were glad too, and glad that they weren't anything too difficult to handle.
It's good to here that you're enjoying the blog.
The return journey starts soon.
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