The following day, as I crossed into NSW, I felt a change. Now I don’t just mean it in the sense of the weather warming up, progressively greener, more NSW plated cars, but I just felt like I was ‘home’. I am not overly attached to the state however the sense of home is one that warms the heart no matter where home is. Although that could’ve also been the meat pie from ‘Beefys’ I had shortly before crossing into NSW that won best meat pie in 2012; that was pretty warm too.
After a final nights stay in Lennox Head, it was time for the last dash home. Just under 800km to cover, but I could do it; plus I had to be at work the next day.
After my last fuel stop on familiar highways, I took one last photo, envisioning in my head what photo I would take once I was home to show off my total mileage and a weather ravaged bike.
However, that was not to be. Sitting at a set of traffic lights 20km from home, the lights went green; 1st gear selected; clutch out and…nothing. The bike lost all electrics; nothing left at all. I wheeled it out of the intersection as quick as I could in an effort not to be flattened, however, after a quick strip down and checking for shorts in auxiliary equipment and the main fuses; nothing was to be found.
And so it was, after nearly 7000km of riding through the Australian Outback and the Tropics, I had broken down 18km from home, and the last part of my journey was to be in the passenger seat of a van with my travel companion strapped into the back.