Middle of Nowhere reminds me of what happened on a tour about 35 years ago. I was cycling across Australia from Canberra to Perth, and after a couple of weeks I'd ridden off the edge of the maps I had, and was just following my nose without fussing too much about whether I was going in exactly the right direction or how far it was to my next stop. I rode out of the town of Mildura one morning, and the road sign at the edge of town said "Adelaide 399km". If it had said 401 I probably wouldn't have thought twice about it, but as I rode along I started to think "399 is doable in one hit, I could probably make that my next stop". Anyway, I got to Renmark shortly before sunset, stocked up on food, refilled all my waterbottles, and headed off towards Adelaide as it got dark. By about 3am I was feeling pretty stuffed, and decided I would stop at the next town - I could see some lights a few kilometres ahead. It wasn't until I got to where the lights were that I found it was an isolated old garage that for some reason had all these lights blazing and a big sign saying "Midla Nowhere". I carried on for a few km until the next roadside rest halt, slept on a concrete bench until the sun came up, then carried on and got into Adelaide at about lunchtime.
I subsequently found out from the friends I was staying with in Adelaide that Midla Nowhere was an artist's studio. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
