Wednesday, September 5th, 2018.
This morning just before 8am I returned the key to the amenity
at the Billabong Roadhouse and said goodbye to Jacque the manager; a really decent and friendly bloke, I'd say. Always made me feel welcome for the whole week I stayed there, for free, using their water - their hot water too for the shower, and never spend a cent in the shop ... yet. He knows that nobody stays a week at their free campsite unless they are desperate.
I still could not decide whether to drive north or south ... onward towards Carnarvon, or back to Perth to better find the secondhand parts to renovate the commerical van into a camper. I need sunshades to stop the heat getting in through the glass when the sun is shining, so I have discovered on Monday. There is good reason to return to Perth and fix Speed the Turtle properly. It was like a sauna in here on Monday, but that was probably because I kept the sliding door closed to fend off the blowflies. Yesterday I left the door open and dealt with the blowies on a more personal level, and the interior was not so hot.
Anyway, I was still in two minds: the sensible, cowardly mind, and the brave and foolish mind: south and north respectively. I tossed a coin: heads for north, tails for south. It came up tails. "Oh," I thought, "You didn't toss it properly, toss it again ..."
I tossed it again: tails again. Still, just before 8am, I pulled out of the Billabong Roadhouse and drove north. What a dumbass!
Stopped at the Overlander Roadhouse 47km north at around 08:30 and cruised the carpark. I didn't like it so I kept on north until I made the Wooramel Roadhouse 125km south of Carnarvon. I asked the young fellow behind the counter at the roadhouse where the $13/night caravan park was, and he told me it was three kilometres north up the highway, so I drove on and pulled into the driveway of the Wooramel Farm sort of place, and didn't much like that either, so like a fool, disregarding the twin coin tosses, I headed north again.
Around 70km south of Carnarvon, this happened:Blown LHR tyre at 250,014km on the odometer, September 5th, 2018.
I fixed it in half an hour. Lucky that there was a steep stormwater drain at the roadside, so I parked on a steep angle with the left side a lot higher than the right, and it made it easier to jack poor old Speed the Turtle up in the dirt.Replaced the blown tyre with spare. 78 series is higher profile than.
I stuck to around 95-100km/h for the rest of the foolish trip north, because I get a feeling that the 60psi in the truck tyre, coupled with the subtropical heat north of the 26th parallel on the highway tarmac, along with my doing 115-120km/h all morning before the blow-out, may have been the cause of the blow-out. On Friday I will fill up with diesel and while I am at the service station, I will reduce the pressure in all four(4) tyres to 55psi and hope that that reduces the chances of more blow-outs. This was my first ever blow-out in my life.
Now I am at the Norwester Caravan Park in Carnarvon. It is in a semi-industrial area out the back of the town, and there are two tyre repair places across Robinson Street, not fifty metres away. I will go and get some prices tomorrow.