Due to a late finish last night it
was an even later start than usual! The boys were ensconced on the couch when
De and I raised our somewhat weary heads. Dunc was working on his bike and I
had a list as long as my arm of jobs to do on the truck so we headed to the
local Repco to get the required supplies.
The next chapter in the Telstra
saga played out in the local shopping centre. To refresh you all, I lost our
wifi, was told by Abdul on the phone we could get a replacement one for $50,
the Darwin shop laughed at me saying theirs was $220, Abdul then told me I
could get a prepaid one for $150, and now here I was at the Palmerston Telstra
shop being laughed at again by a surly early twenty something lass who probably
should have considered a job as a prison warden in Afghanistan before a telstra
shop. Needless to say Abdul’s advice was again off the mark as the prepaid
wifi’s are Telstra and my account is Bigpond so it was back to the magical $220
price tag......I somehow managed to restrain myself from Chernoboling and
retreated back to the resort.
The rest of the morning was spent
looking after our dear Izzy. She has been working hard in some pretty trying
conditions so even though she was 4000ks short of a service I gave her new oil
and filter and changed the oil in the front and rear diffs. I hope she
appreciates it! I was just finishing up as De and the boys headed off for a
sleep while I grabbed some tucker and a beer and relaxed in the pool for a few
hours.
Later in the afternoon we headed
to the local motor cross club to cheer on Dunc. For those who have never been
to a motorcross event, which was us to this point, there are about 10 different
classes of bikes and/or riders. In the afternoon they do a warm up ‘race’ which
isn’t a race at all but just a chance to learn the lay of the track. Then
around dusk they start racing with 5 laps each for the big boys and 3 laps each
for the little tackers, with three races each.
Some of the blokes that were
racing in the open category were dead set lunatics and should have been
committed to the local asylum as soon as the race was over. The speed they were
going around the track and over jumps hurtling them 20m into the sky was, for a
MX newby, nothing short of ridiculous! However they all appeared to be enjoying
themselves and by the end of the meet only a couple of people had been
stretchered off, which didn’t seem to bad a result!
We waited eagerly for Dunc who was
racing in the veterans group, as they don’t have a ‘really old farts’ category.
I am putting his less than optimal performance on the track down to his above
average performance around the BBQ table over the past three nights with a
particularly spectacular performance including all three disciplines of beer,
red wine and bourbon last night! He managed to stay on the bike for all three
races which must be said is a whole lot better than I could do.
After the races were over we
adjourned back to the same high performance BBQ table and continued well and
truly into the weee hours of the night.
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