Day 6 – Down to the Barossa Valley
On the way out of Wilpena Pound, a few of us take a short detour to see some ancient aboriginal artwork at Yourambulla Caves. The road into the caves is unsealed, and one of our team takes a low speed tumble. After getting the bike back up, Dan is clearly in a lot of pain. The initial plan was to wait for the support vehicle to arrive, so Georgia, our paramedic, can take a look.
Unbeknown to us, another one of the riders had taken a spill on another section of road. No injuries, but the bike is a bit the worse for wear. Due to some concerns about the bike, Mick decides to put the bike on the recovery trailer. More delays.
By this time, we decide to ride on to the town of Clare rather than wait any longer for the support vehicle. Dan swallows some pain killers, and hops on the bike. It’s a long, painful trip for him, but we eventually get there.
Billy catches up with us at Clare, and takes Dan around to the hospital for treatment. We find out later that he’d broken a bone in his right foot, so it’s in a caste and that’s him off the bike for the rest of the trip.
About 20 minutes outside of Lyndoch, my bike gets a real wobble in the front end. Pull over to the side of the road, take a look. I can’t believe it, but another flat tyre! I decide to wait for a while to see if any of the other riders come back. They don’t. At this point in time I realise I have left my mobile phone in the support vehicle. Bloody beauty.
So I flag a vehicle down, driven by a lady by the name of Joy. She was a local, and phoned Lyndoch Hill Winery where we were to stay for the night. I spoke to Charley using her phone, as he’d already arrived at Lyndoch Hill, explaining the situation. We decided the best course of action was for him to come out and pick me up. It restores faith in human kind, as Joy and her husband Kim were extremely helpful. For that I thank them.
Couldn’t leave the bike on the side of the road, so we used a can of the pressurised foam to try and seal the leak; but the tube was too far gone. So we decided to leave the bike with a nearby property owner, so that Mick could pick it up later that night on his way through. One of the shortcomings with the F800’s is the tubed tyres. Can’t just plug the hole and go, it’s off with the entire wheel. Pain in the arse.
So I ride two-up with Charley back to the winery, hoping the run of flat tyres is over.