Day 114,115,116 & 117

Day 114 started late as i was chatting to a couple caravaning around ,Peter and Linda from South Australia at the rest stop  i stayed at and wasn't too motivated to get going. Still off i went and grinded my way to Nanuturra R/H and arrived relieved that it was the longest  distance i would have to do from now on. Entering the road house i found out the rooms which just consisted of a bed where 95 bucks so i elected to rent a bit of lawn for ten bucks. After buying a drink and looking at the menu board i asked why have they  got the phone numbers after the food. Turns out there the prices,jeeesssuuuusss. $20.50 for a chicken burger with the lot. I asked ,do you leave the feathers on and the feet too. I settled for a "T" bone and 600mil choc milk for $41,bargain. But the biggest shock was when i asked the Truckee in there how far the next road house was knowing it was only 71kms because i just wanted to hear it ,like music to my ears as though i have finally conquered the big stretchers. When he said 240kms i fell down on both knees and grabbed his leg and screamed, NO. After he calmed me down, and told me the Barradale R/H burnt down in 1998. I was shattered and had to re program the positive thoughts back into the brain to enable me to get through this.
Had a shower and then the meal which i thought included a free ice cream with your main but when i went to get mine the lady said, computer says no, because I'm not a fat miner living on the premises with free board and food and earning about $2000 a week . I'm just a bike rider sweating it out and paying through the nose for everything i touched. I am a believer in karma. After ,i went and spoke to some N.Z people for a while and went to bed to get an early start  the next day  to show this long distance, who's boss.
Day 115 woke to the sound of the alarm at 5.30am  and new i wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. I was stiff from the day before and i thought i should hang around till the wind starts and then drops like it did the day before. Had a big breakfast alongside the fat miners who where scoffing it down as though there about to do the 240kms bike ride in record time. Then off to the toilet to do number two's as you do. Big problem which i had not had before, major blockage from not drinking enough water i suspect. Spent ages in there pulling faces and nearly popping my eye balls out with no luck. Next minute there's a cue ,saying things like, whats going on in there. I wiped nothing and flushed nothing and opened the door to see two guys not looking  happy, and i said "not a lot".
I came outside and saw one of the N.Z guys from the night before and told him what my predicament was and he looked concerned enough to tell his wife and she came over with some prunes which i scoffed down. Everybody left the camp area and i thought what the heck, i might as well go too. Sold my house to the road house, and bought enough food for two days. Rode off thinking that , here i am leaving late, constipated and just not ready for this long distance. About 20kms down the road there was movement at the station, i quickly threw the bike down  , down with the pants and pointed my freckle towards a mountain and sprayed my full name on it, Grantis Maximus Aluwishus Boodinghill Kelly.After that i rode like Lance Armstrong,well sort of. Did half the 240kms and set up camp in the scrub.
Day 116 was a grind against the wind to Minilya R/H and ended up arguing straight away when getting there because they had no unpowered  sites ,only powered lawn sites . I was trying to tell them nicely after a hard day that i just won't use the power and just call it an unpowered site. It worked and all was good. That day i met another cyclist, Clement ,a 21 yr old from a suburb near Paris. He was riding to Broome then maybe go onto Darwin. I told him that he will die if he attempts it as the second hand bike he bought for 50 bucks down Fremantle didn't look up to scratch and his knowledge of the distances and the heat and wind where non existent. Still each to their own. He did agree as he had already caught the bus on some of the earlier long stretchs.

He said every things fine because he gets what he needs off the caravan people.

Had to take a photo of his legs that propel him , he laughs, at the most 90kms in a day.

Hiro , not a worry in the world, i think or as he says, i think tho.lol

Also met this Japanese guy with a lisp, Hiro, who was hitch hiking out in the middle of nowhere who had been dropped off by some caravan people who wanted to camp at a rest area nearby.
Day 117 again sold another house to buy more food at Minilya R/H to scramble the leg to Carnarvon and it turned out going alright till the wind picked up and made it very difficult to even pedal but ended up getting there around 6pm and booked into a room and had my shower and meal.
At this stage i have now 900 kms to go in the time frame of 10 days , so I'm on track and confident that it will be O.K even if the wind blows a gale against me some of the time because i can slip kms in when it doesn't

900kms to go,so hang in there guys.

SO

John Aggie does Sue know about this or shouldn't i be putting this on the blog.Sue this sign was 250kms North of Carnarvon

Jim always loved reminiscing about Paraburdoo.

Not long and the mission will be over, take care

G.M.A.B.Kelly.