We have stopped for breakky at the tin man roadhouse just off port pirie and have our own version of Dorothy doing some media and chatting to the port pirie prostate cancer support group
Parko with his red gloves rather than Dorothy’s Red shoes
A lazy 80 or 90 k ride on an empty stomach has tested the gang
A couple of blokes even asked if they could jump on the train until they were. Informed it is heading the wrong way a bit like the red ute in port Augusta last night. Seems as though there internal and external gps devices don’t work
