You know you’ve been away too long with a guy like Nugget when you find yourself at a pub in a small town in northern Western Australia literally eating sh*t. Specifically, the kangaroo kind, presented MasterChef style with a flourish and a smart-arse smile because Nugget knew he’d backed me into a corner.
It was the final day of what had proven to be an absolutely epic ride and Nugget had called me out on a sure bet I’d made with him weeks earlier: “There is no way the Husky Long Range will run out of fuel and if it does, I will eat kangaroo poo!”
I’d made the bet with as much certainty as wagering your house on the sun rising tomorrow. So when Nugget was towed into camp declaring he’d run out of fuel, I was speechless. As a man ever true to my word, I munched on the kangaroo droppings, which stuck to my teeth like a stale SAO biscuit. Of course, Nugget waited until precisely this moment to tell me that, actually, the bike hadn’t run out of fuel and it was a setup! My face said it all and Nugget did the honourable thing, quickly popping some poo into his mouth before I did it for him.
DAY ONE IS SHAKEDOWN TIME, WITH RIDERS GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER BOTH ON AND OFF THE BIKES
