jerryc41 wrote:
I was driving home from a visit in SC, and I was looking for a place to sleep. I've occasionally slept in my car at truck stops, but for some reason, I wasn't able to do that on this night. I finally found a motel with a vacancy. I had to check-in from outside, with the clerk behind a barred window. When I left the next morning, I looked at the place and thought, "I just spent the night there?" It looked like an abandoned building. The alternative was falling asleep behind the wheel. Some states (VA?) don't allow sleeping in the vehicle at truck stops. They must have a strong motel lobby. : )
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I rode an 1100 Suzuki Katana Melbourne/Perth return in the early 80s. 6808km (4229 miles)
The trip West, Melbourne to Perth was easy, even though I added 404km to the 6808km by doing a Norseman/Esperance return detour on the way there. It was a "two night" journey stopping before the end of daylight and staying at motels overnight and heading off in the morning.
First night was at Port Augusta well NE of Adelaide South Australia. Second night at Eucla on the
Western Australian border. I Arrived at my Perth destination (My Mothers home) in the evening next day.
When I arrived mum said to me; "You must be tired after such a long journey." My response was; "No mum, watch this"...
and executed 50 regulation push ups on her lounge room floor.
The trip back, traveling in the opposite direction of the sun, shrank the days dramatically however!
That taught me a very stern "Catch 22" lesson... the faster one rides, the less time/daylight one has when
heading East... The bike was a race prepped superbike that had come second in one of the rounds
of the Australian Super Bike Championship... It really did make a day less than 24 hours.
On the first leg of the return journey I eventually found accommodation too many hours after the end of daylight, at a little hotel in an obscure one
horse desert "town". It was early Spring down here, and cold enough to freeze the balls of a billiard table.
It was just a matter of unlikely mathematical probability that the place was open...having some sort
of town meeting. The publican was kind enough to give me a glass of Scotch to warm my bones
and a room with a bed with an unforgettable, deep, enveloping kapok mattress.
Next day I only got as far as Ceduna before the end of daylight. I didn't want to suffer the cold
of night again so I bedded down there; which left me a very long leg to home in Melbourne
the following "day".
It had been dark for a long time when I arrived home... John Bertrand was on TV
Captaining "Australia II". He was in the process of making sporting history, taking the Americas Cup
from the USA.
A feat that had not been done in 132 years. A great welcome home. :-)