Melbourne heading to Barcelona with a redrocket bike

sorry! sorry! it has taken me ages to write.. im becoming lazy, thats only because little postie has left me on her cruise through the timor sea while i stayed in darwin making time.. but what a time..
i thought I had too much spare time.. but its been great
so
to make it quick

after alice , postie got quickly recovered form her puncher, on the road met all the dragracers that were cruising up north to the darwin race final… I road, they passed me, i saw them having a cigarrete and relaxing under the sun at the service stations, they then passed me again… it was fun,
and because all the good things on the road happen at the petrol stations, i was filling up posties bellies when I bus full of lets say “tipsy” kiwi dragracers offer little red a lift to take her to where the party was, she actually needed a party after so much outback introvert riding, i actually didnt know what else to debate with my innerself so it did us both good.
the daryl waters night was great lots of aussie stereotypes aswell, motrocycles, a cowboy playing the waltzing matilda (of course what else?) with his wip, hmm this would be taken wrong but well all healthy, beer it was all good, motrocyclist are good, and they felt compassionate about little red aswell so it was great they helped her out in every way they could
next day continued cruising and camped with another dragraceteam, the harleys this time, ahh and it was the only day the aussies can buy and throw firecrackers so it was quite funny to see the exciment that firecrackers provoke to people because they are considered explosives any other time… crazy aussies if they ever went to Fallas in valencia….they would flip out
and postie was behaving so well and she got a clean carburator aswell and she was cruising smoothly ,so we did a 80km detour to some waterfalls was great.. but then i had the brilliant idea ahh i amaze myself sometimes to go back to the main road through a gravel road
i asked, they said it was 30km
it turned up to be 30km of sand, pure sand
and 60 more of gravel.
took me ages.. but made it.. and just while I was dancing the conga because darwin was only 20km from darwin my little baby little red decides to stop.. and to never go on again..
stress it is night, i m in the middle of the highway, of course powerless no phone because of camping
some people gave me beer, some people just whistled, two motrobikers helped me change the sparkplug.. but nothing.. i was stranded
just when i was starting to loose my hope and planning to camp in the intermediate grass… the bertrams accepted to give me lift and then, they were so nice that they also gave me a dinner, a shower a bed to crash on and some bundaberg rum…mmmm rum
it was nice and cozy
then the next day.. it was deadline day 3.. they took me to the port, pushed little sick red to the port and off she went.. but i will fix her.. i dont know how but in timor she will reunite with old friends (heard she has many cousins around) so she will be back and running….
ayyy its getting too long , thats what happens when i dont write more often
so yepppp my motorless days in darwin were saved by going to the dragmotorcyle races and see how motorcylcemotors do not end at 70km an hour… but that in truth there are bikes that go to nearly 400km an hour in around 7 seconds…
that was a change
but it was coool

////so to wrap up/// im leaving tomorrow to dili/// will reunite with little red on friday and hopefully fix her soon to keep on cruising/// im craving to be back on the road…
will promise to put some more pictures soon.. im working on a flickr account aswell but im slow…