Bike

On the way to Rollingstone, I broke a spoke on my wheel. The service cost me almost my mortgage, but I cycled to Woodstock.

I cycle through the outback and the mining world. Excavators are everywhere, and tourist camps are nowhere. That is Blackwater.

I feel about like the astronauts when flying around the moon, and on the far side they were left without contact with the control centre

A distraction on the road are the road workers. They threw water bottles at me as I cycled like I was on the Tour de France