So... people have been asking. How was your skate trip to Canberra? Was it fun? Was it horrible?
And, depending on my mood at any particular time, I have replied in any number of ways:
- It was awesome. - It sucked rotten eggs. - I felt like a superhero - Next time I’m doing it on a motorised skateboard.
- There’s nothing like the sensation of a semi-trailer passing you going 120k at 8am to wake you up.
- It was great except I had to listen to Trav’s detailed account of his crotch chafing for three days.
- Next time I’m doing it with a girl – she’ll look better than Trav from behind.
- There will be no next time.
In any case, here is a little rundown of our four days on the road – adventures, misadventures... when you’re on the road you pack a lot of life into one day. It was a reminder of how life ought to be lived. And for that alone, the trip was well worth it.
Trav was heaps excited about this tree. Hmm, ok dude. I agree, it’s nice and green, but it’s just a tree...
Empty country road. Sunny. No cars. Life is pretty darn good.
Myths and legends tend to swirl around certain celebrities. Elvis, James Dean, Michael Jackson, etc. Another one of those people who seem to attract more than their fair share of tall tales is Johnny Cash, the archetypal American country singer. Or was he? Because according to my investigations, Mr Cash is actually an Aussie transplant to the US, sorta like Hoges, minus the tax problems. And this is where he grew up... Hard to believe, aint it?
Views like this really lift your spirits when you’ve been ploughing through rough stuff for 5 hours.
End of the first day - Moss Vale. After skating for 9 hours Trav didn’t even get a chance to have a sip of his beer before he passed out!
One of the greatest discoveries of the trip was how awesome skate paddles are. Here's how youmake a skate paddle while on the road:
1. Find a stick/branch/pole
2. Find a piece of tyre 3. Wrap said piece of tyre around end of stick and apply gaff tape
4. Paddle away, singing “O sole mio”
Row, row, row your boat... Trav paddles gently through Marulan.
When we finally got to Goulburn I was pumped to eat some Thai food. I told Trav “Dude – we’re going out for Thai tonight!” Trav looked at me with a mix of surprise and horror on his face, before finally blurting out “But I have nothing to wear!” An hour later and a trip to Vinnies and Rivers, Trav felt suitably dressed for a night out in Goulburn.
Dressed to the nines!
Living up to his reputation of the night before, our intrepid metrosexual is relentless in his pursuit of the goal – a muscular hairless chest! Wait no, I mean Canberra!!
It's not all fun and games, champagne and magic tricks, on the big open road. No siree! It's a lot of pushing on stuff like this...
Oooo... an artistic shot. Yeah, that’s right! I like art. Everyone should like art. Art is a reflection of a fulfilling life, just like a fart is a reflection of a fulfilling meal. You may remember I like parallel lines. Looking at this photo again those people look photo-shopped in, like they are floating awkwardly around on the field.
Life in the Gutter. When the choice is between a butter-smooth, but super busy highway, and a rough-as-guts shoulder, you go for the gutter. The gutters were life-savers at times, providing much-needed relief from the chattery shoulder.
The US generally prides itself on being the biggest and bestest at everything. But here in Oz we have at least one thing up on them - the biggest sheep in the world, by far. Take that, USA!
The author demonstrates his feelings towards a lousy section of road.
The first time I drove to Canberra I read this sign with a fair amount of confusion. “Lake George? Where the hell is the lake!” Nevermind, there is a very big lawn instead, which is just as nice as a lake anyhow.
What it's all about. A beautiful slab of smooth road, rolling towards the setting sun.
How low can you go... Trav’s long-distance rig.
Haggy and his flock. When not on the road with this skate paddle, haggy has a second career as sheep-herder.
The last push - up to Parliament House.
Arrival in Canberra! These kids from the Central Coast had passed us on the highway two days earlier. We signed autographs and were mobbed like the rockstars we are!
Simon and his awesome family for putting us up for the night. I'll forgive you guys for sending us through the ghetto.
Henry and your awesome family for a very restful night. Tuli, I'm coming over for schnitzel again soon!
Browen - always a champ. Not only does he do dishes, he also lends out his boards to happy interstaters! And Haley - your chilli is supreme!
Robbo for lending me the most awesome rig in history.
And of course, my one and only partner in pushing - Trav!