This will be updated as I write it part 1 We left my place at 0940 hrs on Tuesday morning. Lovely weather, not too hot, not too cold. Breaks every 200 Km (for petrol) ensued we stayed refreshed and able to concentrate! Although it started to heat up a little around the middle of the day, it wasn’t a bad run. We had only one or two incidents on the way up to Sydney… Goddamn crazy interstate truckies Traveling a little out of Albury, down the Hume, I’m running a little low on petrol. Soon I’ll be on reserve, but there’s no petrol station in sight! Oh noes! What will we do! I’m having visions of running out of fuel and being stuck in the middle of nowhere until some guy rocks up in the middle of the night with a trailer asking if we need a lift… This truck ahead of me is traveling really slow so I overtake. Ah crap. I’m on reserve now. But! It’s ok, because I see what appears to be a shell sign in the distance. As we draw closer, I see the sign clearer. It’s one of those old style shell signs. I can’t see the building, its obscured by trees, but the sign is sticking up easy to see. “Hummm.” I think to myself. “Well, I guess it’s worth a try. We can always ask how far away the nearest petrol station is!” So I indicate that I’m going to pull over, but I’m not slowing down just yet. The bastard trucker behind me speeds up, starts tailgating and uses his horn on me!! WTF?? Well, I pull over because there is no way in hell I want to stay in this guy’s path, and down the driveway to the “Shell” sign I go. Kraven is right behind me, so sees what I’m doing and pulls up too. We jump off the bikes and exchange skeptical looks. The place looks a little suss… actually it looks like a scene out of Texas chainsaw massacre. I take a photo http://photobucket.com/albums/a244/eswen/ROAAAD TRIIP/?action=view¤t=100_0319.jpg and then look up the road. I suddenly realise there is no background noise, no birds, no crickets, just a dog barking in the distance. I look up and down the road… there’s nothing. It’s like the world has suddenly abandoned us. Just like in Texas Chainsaw Massacre… http://photobucket.com/albums/a244/eswen/ROAAAD TRIIP/?action=view¤t=100_0320.jpg ------------ Part 2 So there we were, at some creepy place in the middle of nowhere, me with 30k left till I run out of fuel and us both expecting some freaky inbred country hick to walk out with a shotgun any second. The bowsers were covered over so we assumed there wasn’t going to be any re-fueling happening. We looked at each other nervously, discussed it for a few seconds and decided to go in to ask where the nearest petrol station was. I slowly push open the door to the dimly lit room… and I can’t really see anything. “QUACK, quack quack quack.” I jump out of my skin! I can’t see where the noise is coming from because my eyes haven’t yet adjusted from the brightness outside. “QUACK, quack quack quack.” I squint, hard. Well! It’s just someone’s strange decorating at work. A ceramic duck with a sensor aimed at the door, so when someone walks in it starts quacking. Few. And here I was thinking it might be a giant mutant duck with a chainsaw. Lucky! ------- Part 3 Kraven and I exchange looks again and laugh nervously. Footsteps in the hallway so we turn to look….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Our worst fears discovered, I freeze in terror. In the doorway stands a repulsive woman with two, rotten, teeth. She has yellowed skin, dark angry eyes, and is balding. Evision an inbred country hick from, again, texas chainsaw massacre, and you know what Im talking about. “Uh, uh … we’re after some … petrol… *gulp*. “ “We don ave no petrol ere.” Declares the scary hick. Michael and I exchange another look… “Umm.. we were wondering where the nearest place, uh, petrol station was?” “Ids bout 15 minutes up that way.” “Uh ok thanks.” We couldn’t get out of the building fast enough. Turn round, pull door open, step past the talking duck… Walk up to the bikes and grab our helmets, and burst out laughing. “That was a close one hahaha.” We mount our bikes and ride off, safe to be attacked with shotguns another day.