I met an incredible cyclist at Mataranka roudhouse a few years back. He was on his way south from Darwin. I went by him on the way south to Tennant Creek and then happened to stop at Mataranka at the same time on the way back. He was in the roadhouse drinking the free coffee for drivers so we had a good yarn. He was a podiatrist from somewhere in France, I can´t remember. He told me he works for 6 months of the year and rides for the other 6 months, ¨most people, they want a nice big house, nice car, family, you know the type… Me, I don´t care for these things. I am happy to ride and see the world¨. He had been fucking EVERYWHERE too. All of Europe, UK, Africa, America. All solo. He was so casual about it, he had no schedule or plan or anything. He just flew into Darwin and rode south. He said he would see how he feels when he gets to Alice, maybe keep going to Adelaide. I told him he had done the worst of it and the weather would get much easier the further south he went, he didn´t even seem to care.
He had a tiny little bivy and just one set of clothing, his cycling garms. Said he washed it all in the shower each night haha. He carried almost nothing. I am confident he had NO food at all. And he had about a litre of water, no more. Stopped at every roadhouse to drink the free coffee, and probably (hopefully) drink some water too. But understand that these roadhouses are hundreds of kms apart. Told me he got up really early in the morning and liked to reach his next destination before the hottest part of the day. If that wasn´t possible he would take a break and ride some more later. I met him about midday, he was planning to spend the afternoon at the Mataranka springs, camp the night and keep going the next day.
Almost an entirely irrelevant story but none the less, a very interesting man. Hopefully inspirational at least.
That feel when you´re just about to post and think hang on, how old IS this topic… oh well fuck it