The Mild One
Well I've finally done it. I've killed my bike. I suppose asking an aged high-miler to make the trip with me to Adelaide was too much. In its disgust the battery committed suicide in the middle of nowhere leaving me with that sinking feeling. I tinkered and fiddled as best I knew how to no avail. I then reverted to the "easy" way out and put my packs on and started walking. I was about 150 km from Albany in SW Australia and in the countryside. I was lucky to find the farm that I went to and asked to use their phone. As it happened the man was a keen biker too, but a traillie. I spent half an hour waiting for the RAC agent to arrive with him advising me to ditch the Kwaka and get a Suzuki whatchamacallit like he has. Nice. They were friendly though and the coffee was welcome. He knew the RAC agent and they enjoyed teasing me about my choice of bike, headgear, etc. "Hey look! Going across Aus with a postie's helmet on!" It was a matter of simply jump-start...