Thoroughly enjoyed helping Gus lead Martin from Northam to Scarbs last night.
Having read previous reports and understanding how the increase in spirit a friendly set of headlights/taillights can bring, I was very happy to be Tail End Charlie in our little convoy, just making sure that any Bogan Perth'ites didn't get too close to our intrepid traveller.
There was one "oh shit" moment as we approached the roadworks for the new Northern Link. Gus had proceeded thru a 'makeshift/temporary' round-a-bout, and I was tucked onto Martin's tail, only to notice that Martin was about to take the wrong turn (which wasn't helped by no lane markings or directional arrows at all, and what could only be described as an elliptical 'not so round'-a-bout. I think he sighted my indicator in his mirror at the last moment, and a quick change of direction, and a snap of the wrist, and the Beemer corrected direction and took off after Gus' tail lights. Phew.