Route 94 deterioated for 75km out of Southern Cross, then the shoulder widened to become a bicycle autobahn. It was a hairy ride for that 75km, and had to constantly check the mirror and over my shoulder.
It seems that the W.A. term for a cyclist is an "anchor". This is what I was called with gusto by a passenger of a passing shiny utility that had a muffler problem. I don't understand the nautical connection, but will look it up later. He may have said the Nyoongar Aboriginal phrase "gnank-aarr" which means "my voice has broken and I will soon be a man!".
In any case I responded with a friendly bird-like wave and carried on my way.
To date the bike has been faultless. Here is a list of equipment failures to date:
1. bent kick-stand from being overloaded
2. suncream impregnated riding gloves that hold their shape.
3. slightly stretched brake cable from a heavy stop.
4. slightly scorched saucepan.
5. self-deflating Thermorest (tm) mattress.
Right now I am at Kelleberrin on route to Cunderdin, the second last stop.
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