Morning tea at a lovely little place call Wilmington. The area is hilly and some good motorcycling via Horrocks Pass. A similar, scenics town was Orroree, on the way back through Peterborough. Once on the Barrier Highway, I passed through a series of small villages, whose sole purpose seemed to be to supply petrol for the travellers and most had a pub for the railway station from bygone days.
I raced a goods train for a number of kms, until he got away as I slowed for the savage cross wind.
Arriving at broken hill after 434km at 15:30, I put 20 litres into an almost empty tank. Terry's place was easy to find and we had a night of catching up and retelling stories from 1977-79!