Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Day 16 riding
We got on the road by 8:30 which was pretty good considering we had some very nice neighbors to chat with. We say our good-buys and rode to Renner Springs. There I had my first meat pie. Fresh out of the oven. Minced meat and gravy in a flaky pastry shell. YUM!! (Sorry, I forgot to take a picture. Not even one crumb left after I was done.)
Ian called to activate his phone and I called to make an appointment for service in
Darwin. We both needed an oil change and tires (Ian’s
back and my front tire). We were tooling
down the road, about 65k north of our last stop when there was a puff of black
from the back of Ian’s scooter. I hoped
it was just the result of running over a pebble that gets shot / sprayed out of
the tread. Or a dirt clod that kind of
exploded. No such luck. It was his belt. Again.
Just 12 days ago he had the same issue.
What is going on and why is his scooter eating his belts?!?
First things first – we pulled the scooter onto the soft shoulder and took off most of the luggage. We dug the tools and my spare belt out and worked at removing the transmission cover. Something wasn’t cooperating.
Meanwhile, a police officer pulled over to check on us. He called for the Roadside Assistance tow truck and we decided to take a break from the heat and have a drink and a nosh. I started putting everything back on to my scooter, knowing that I’d be following the truck. I wasn’t quite done when the tow truck arrived. Ian’s Gillera was quickly loaded up and strapped down by the driver, Bill. In no time, were were on our way to Elliot.
Bill’s shop had an amazing collection of license plates displayed on nearly every vertical surface. I especially liked the “Cannonball” ones.
Kevlar fluff and other belt fragments
Three guys deciding what’s next
Ian had been working the phones. He talked with the Roadside Assistance folks (more than once), he called other repair shops and his mechanic back in
Brisbane and he called
our trusted friend and Road Angel, Allen Drysdale.
The end result was a motorcycle shop in Katherine would take the scooter in for service, Allen will send belts (yes, plural. We don’t need this happening again) to the shop via overnight mail and we’d load both scooters on the truck and be towed to the repair shop. Now that’s a sorry sight: two scooters on a tow truck.