Day Fifteen, Norseman to Merredin

Right, as you all know Mucus had his bottom lip dragging on the ground in relation to the standard of accom I selected at Norseman.  He threatened that if I did not lift my game he was off home to his thousand thread count sheets and would throw his toys.

He survived the night but his lip was seriously dragging on the tarmac as we rode out of Norseman at 7.5 degrees.  We had only ridden 54 kilometers and he was wanting a latte and said he was feeling a bit Namby Pamby.  I told him he had just ridden the Nullarbor and was a hard bastard who shouldn’t be namby pamby so early in the morning so we headed off to Coolgardie, another hundy kms, coffeeless

Now Mucus recently sold down some old petrol bowsers to get cash for his 7 and 8th motor vehicles in his shed, so when he saw a private museum, gold coin donation, full of old signs and old bowsers, his bottom lip sprang back up and the coffee was not bought till after the wee tour through the shop.

The old guy that owned it gave us the history of all the old buildings in town, the title pic was the courthouse and the shire offices, down the road the old Police station and jail was outstanding, clearly the town was booming in the gold rush days.

Now given the “great Eastern Highway” is the main drag between Perth and Kalgoolie, there were trucks for Africa, the road was in good nick, wider, and with much wider berms, all the better for seeing dumb animals wanting to jump in front of the bike.

It was in as good a nick as the Hume highway over in NSW so travel was pretty easy and no drama’s.

One of the highlights today I must say, about 130 kms out of Norseman we came upon a road sign advising of a slight bend ahead and suggesting we slow from 110 to 90 kph to take the corner.

This is the most excitement we have had in 5 days, we have not seen a corner or had to lean more than 1 degree off the vertical since the Adelaide hills.  We ignored the 90 kph speed advisory sign and leaned the BMW’s into that gradual 90 kph sweeper several degrees off the vertical with the cruise control locked on 110 kph.  What a thrill to find a corner after so long. (That was the only one today sadly)  Just goes to show how easily pleased a motorcyclist can be.

Needless to say we made good time on the 476 kms to Merredin and I have had to promise Mucus the rooms in Fremantle will be more like what he has grown accustomed to. He has danced to continue the ride to its final destination tommorrow rather than fly home from the Merredin airport.