The last stretch from the windmill to Fraserburg was the longest section of road for me ever. Not literally, but psychologically.
It is properly dark when we get going again and as you may well know, dirt roads don't have streetlights or fuel pumps.
I did not fill up at Victoria-West like the other two because based on my current fuel consumption I would easily make it to Fraserburg.
That was before we did the high-speed run which now left me with a flickering fuel light. Dammit. Sunday night, an hour's drive from the closest town, and I don't have enough fuel.
I had to engage the fuel saving mode: Driving in 6th gear at 65km/h.
I just puttered on. Kilometer after kilometer.
The other two stopped for a rest but I carried on alone. I figured I might as well rest when the bike runs out..
The bike indicated that it had no fuel left just as I passed the "Fraserburg 40km" road marker.
Tonight, I sleep by the side of the road for sure, I thought as I listened for the first splutter or hiccup that might indicate that I reached the end of my rope.
But the little v-twin kept on going.
And going.
And going.
I could make out some lights in the distance! I'm going to live!
And then the bike missed a beat.
Or did it?
It was just me, so nervous, I slightly closed the throttle and mistook it for the bike losing power. Focus man, focus!
When I drove into Fraserburg I couldn't believe that it was still going.
Found our accommodation and slept like a dead man with all my gear still on. Hehehe.
I now fill up wherever and whenever I can.
Tomorrow we do the Tankwa, and sleep by the West-Coast.