moaning about the ride . I ’ d shrugged , what more could ’ ve been said ?
One of the riders had found an old porta-potty and promptly sat down . We ’ d laughed as the jokes flew about him “ shitting his pants ” due to the ride . He ’ d taken it in good humour , yet I ’ d thought that there had been a level of truth in it .
The boys all ventured into the nearby scrub , nature was knocking on the door , it was my opportunity to continue shopping . What was I looking for ? I ’ d grab what I could . I had no idea where we were , the boys had decided to get off the
tarmac , that long black ribbon that is stretched across the arc that forms The Great Australia Bight . A day earlier we ’ d been riding across the Nullarbor Plain and now we ’ d found ourselves on some direct route to the town of Esperance . It seemed like a good idea .
As my confidence grew the road finally took a turn , no longer heading directly south but now more to the west , and with it came a different road entirely . It had become something more similar to a desert track with plenty of sand that forced us to ride more on the edge than down the middle . The two older
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