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.
He was remarkably chirpy after nearly 50hrs in the saddle, but Ox's words were clear in my mind. He had his game face on.
And again, when we met back at the BP at 1.00am to escort him out. Still jovial, still chatting, but you could tell, plan half finished, time to do the hard yards.
An un-eventful run out from the coast and I left them at the bottom of Greenmount. A full on day in front of the computer at work, was taking it's toll on my eyes.
Let me just say tho: Those lights on the Beemer are unbelievable!!!!!!! They really do turn night into day.