Traverse 06 - Page 95

shirt into his trousers without asking (we all fell about laughing when Dan told us this). Or the assumption, by many people that we were unable to take care of ourselves. Rumours even got back to friends and family in Tas- mania that we weren’t being ‘looked after’. However, mass hysteria was averted by some timely phone calls. From the Flinders Ranges the team would head out East on the most re- mote leg of the journey, being ac- commodated in shearing sheds. We encountered excessive kindness from the musterers and shearers, and se- vere headwinds on the dirt road to Curnamona Station. Unfortunately, the gears on Dan’s drive wheel stuffed up so he would now ride in the troopie unto Broken Hill. Dan was not hav- ing the best of luck. We hit the Bar- rier Highway at Yunta and had to do battle with road trains and kangaroo carcasses for three days east. Duncan renamed it ‘The Highway of Death’ be- cause he would gag every fifty metres when we approached a corpse of a ‘Big Red’. Duncan lost his vision when he was in his late teens to an unpronounce- able genetic condition. After a decade and a half he now has a successful lighting design business in Hobart were one can often find him using dan- gerous power tools, the blades coming perilously close to his finger-tips. But, it is a testament to his dexterity that he still has all ten digits. Three weeks after we started, Team Adaptive (or The Shit X-Men, as one person called us) had only had one rest day, and our cycles were in desperate need of repair. Ed felt like Mosses guid- ing the blind, the crippled and insane out of the desert and into Broken Hill ‘Big W’. It was a strange experience for us, and possibly the other customers, seeing five dust laden, dirty, mangled bodies limping and wheeling through the air-conditioned store. From Broken Hill we rode the de- lightful Silver City Highway from bar- ren desert to the lush Murray Riverina. TRAVERSE 95