Indian Pacific Wheel Race - IndyPac - IPWR

He's still going well. He's just finished the 90-mile straight.

In 2017 I did that overnight, so I would have been on it now, I guess. It was the only time all week when there wasn't going to be a headwind so I didn't want to waste it sleeping. And I was jet lagged anyway, the night was a good temperature for riding, so not an entirely crazy idea.

When a truck overtook me I timed how long it took for the red lights to disappear in the distance and it was something like 20 minutes.

Then I spotted a bike light behind me. So I put in a spurt, and the light disappeared, then it appeared again, and disappeared again. This went on for a few hours. I thought I was going mad. Then I heard the dingos howling.

Eventually this guy - Joe Donnelly - caught up and we rode together for another hour or two to the roadhouse at the end of the straight - where Lloyd is now. He was a Brit doing gap year work in Australia and had entered on an old bike which pinged a few spokes from the back wheel - so he'd put his luggage on the front, and he was turning his light off most of the time to save battery. He was jet lagged too and was trying to sleep but decided to ride when he saw me coming down the straight on the tracker.

He stopped at the roadhouse but I carried on. I then realised that he was the person I knew best in Australia. He packed at Nullarbor as his knee went. I then met him at a servo in the middle of the night somewhere in South Australia - he'd got a lift from a couple of hippys in a campervan.

Then he went up to the top of Mount Lofty, after Adelaide, with his girlfriend, to welcome me there again in the middle of the night and gave me a bottle of coke and a bar of chocolate. Good guy!