This is a map of my journey thus far. I left home on Sunday morning to attend church in Clare. It was Father’s Day. I stayed for the late service and then went back into Clare to fuel the Bike up for the next part of my journey. A friend was also at the servo chatting to some other bikers. As I bid my farewells and took off, I realised I’d forgotten to put my right glove back on so, I returned to the station, and it was nowhere to be found. After a few minutes one of the group who had just left returned carrying my glove. He had found it on the road! The trip north was uneventful even though I had a strong cross wind north of Port Augusta which is normal for this area. Ready for the ride My first night was spent at Pimba and after a breakfast of soup, continued upon my way, fighting headwinds all the way. North of Glendambo I discovered one bolt that stabilised my driving lights had come out so I stopped to replace that. About 10km down the road I ran out of petrol after only 210km! I was 80 Km short of Coober Pedy but I had a spare 10L of fuel in a jerry bag that I carried for just such an eventuality. The filler nozzle needs some revision, and I shall perform that when next I hit “Civilisation.” Apart from that, the only other crisis was that my phone was not being charged properly so I had a flat battery at Coober Pedy and spent the night at Marla to recharge the battery and me. Ubiquitous Coober Pedy Shot! Marla to Kulgera and Alice was without incident, the border crossing as a result of COVID was different from the many times I’d travelled the road in the past. If you've never had one, you have never been to the Territory! I was able to stop in Alice for the night at the Wintersun Caravan Park where I had stayed some time last century! I purchased a replacement charge cable for my phone and a couple of other small items that I found that I needed and prepared for the next few days on the road. My next stop was at Ti Tree for fuel then onto Wycliffe well where I decided to “fall off” my bike. Actually, I had stopped to re-tie my load as it was shifting slightly. As I was riding back onto the road I got caught in some loose sand which cased the bike to fall over and land on my foot! It took a couple of minutes to extricate my foot which was pinned under the weight of my luggage and bike. Fortunately to only lasting damage was to my pride, although my knee did ache for a couple of days afterwards. I was blessed in that a couple returning from an Alice Springs car show with a lovely old Jensen on a trailer pulled up just as I was struggling to right my bike. From then on we played “tag” all the way to Cloncurry where I turned off to Kynuna. I even managed to avoid being abducted by aliens at Wauchope! (Edit:Actually Wycliffe Well) Another quick stop at the Devil's marbles on my way to Tennant Creek I stopped at Wycliffe Well for fuel and pushed on without incident to threeways where I turned right and headed to Queensland Spending my last night in the Territory at Barkly Homestead. The next morning was to be my longest distance without a fuel stop and I was praying that I’d not need my reserve supply. I arrived in Camooweal with 2Litres left in the tank sow was quite pleased. After my experience at Coober Pedy of only getting 210km to a 15L tank I was concerned as Barkly to Caomooweal was 260km which is easily doable without the headwinds I’d been fighting since I left Gelndambo. From Camooweal to Isa, then Cloncurry where I turned right and started heading “south” to Kynuna where I camped for the night. We all know about Drop Bears, but, I'd not heard of Cows eating Cars! Be careful in Queensland!!! Kynuna was nothing as I remembered from my last trip through there when Deb and I were just engaged nearly 42 years ago, I suppose things are allowed to change. I had a counter meal at the pub there, along with a couple more ales than I should have had and managed to let my bike fall over again as I was stopping to set up camp. Another person again helped me to right it. “Note to self: Set up camp before ale!!!” Next morning, all fueled and ready to go I headed off to Winton for breakfast, then, Longreach. At Longreach I took a two hour diversion to investigate the QANTAS museum, but was unable to take the tour of the aircraft as all places had been booked. I will definitely return for that. I then went across the road to the Stockman’s hall of fame, but, this time could not even get in the door owing to the size of the place and COVID restrictions. Another place to re-visit. The next town along the road, Ilfracombe, also had quite a display of historic machinery that requires a substantial time in exploration. Another place on the agenda for a return visit. From there I travelled through Blackall to Augathella where I spent the evening with a couple I had been passing on and off since Camooweal. They nearly had to pick me up off the road about 25km short of Augathella as, coming on dusk, the animals like to populate the roads. Even though it was a little early, I saw Skippy parked on the side of the road and hit the brakes expecting a suicide attempt and I was not disappointed! He started to jump down the road towards me and, as I was just about up to him, he did a right hand turn straight in front of me. I ran over his tail!!! All I could think was “Thank You Lord”. When I arrived in Augathella I met up with them and related the story and they remember seeing the roo looking pretty sorry for itself. It’s gonna have a sore tail for a few days, methinks. After a good night’s sleep I went out to pack the bike only to discover my back tyre was flat! So, out with the pump and blew it up again. As I remove the nozzle air starts blowing out of the valve, a quick tap and blow again, and it was holding, might have been some dust caught in the valve. I have no idea how it got there as the valve cap was in place, anyway, it’s holding. So far, so good! I get to the Servo in Augathella to fuel up for the next part of the journey and the engine stalls as I’m pulling onto the driveway, of course I am on loose gravel, so the back wheel duly locks up and I am left with a bike that wants to sleep on the road again!! I walk the rest of the way into the servo and ask the young lady (the only one there) to give me a hand getting it upright again. This time, I lifted from my baggage instead of removing it all (the buckles were underneath) and it came up easily. I might have resolved how I can lift it by myself as a result!. It did the first real damage to the bike this time. I broke the front RH indicator, so it is now held together with 100mph tape! From there I moved on to Morven where I had one of the best coffee’s that I have had in a long time from a coffee van on the side of the road. The lady manning it was from a local campground called ]Gidgeebushcamp and we had a long conversation about depression and her work with helping Domestic Violence victims whilst I watched her make a bird out of wire netting. The campground was, sadly not doing as well with COVID and all, but she set up the coffee van to keep her staff from the campground occupied rather than laying them off! Another great example of Aussie mateship! The rest of the trip was largely uneventful except I did meet up with a heap of bikers who have banded together to help kids of police who have been killed on the job, some are/were cops, others, war vets, and a few who just want to help. Apparently they have a national rally in Canberra at this time, but COVID has cured that. Rather than miss out, they did a run around their state! Good on ‘em! I arrived at Dinmore and my daughter’s place just in time for tea and a few coldies. I’ll have a few days rest before I move into catching up with all and sundry in and around Brisvegas! After my experiences with this bike, I'll definitely not be considering any serious dirt travel for the near future!