superoo

I now love my Forrester even more! Leaving home, I wondered whether I could push it 50k to the next town with just a little over a half tank. I decided the little oil burner should do it easily, so I popped  a Cloudstreet CD in the slot & settled back. Srowed away in the back I had my new MR twin softboard, camp, surf & sailing gear, some clothes, water & tool pouch. 

At the next town the needle hadn't moved & the scenery was rolling by quickly so I decided to keep peddling. I decided to stop at Sandy Hollow, about a third of the distance to today's destination. A little financial support for the Indian couple there would be appreciated. But flying into SH I had trouble slowing our roll, i scoffed at the crowd by the little servo, changed the disk & kept going. 

We never

Denman never raised any interest. At Merriwa my tank needed a top up so I grabbed a veggie pastie & energy drink to stave off dehydration. I could have left the little diesel running as I entered the bakery, but turned of off out of habit. 

We skittled up out of M & zoomed towards Cassilis, then Dunedoo. Surely she'd need fuel here? Nope, the gauge was only just on half. On previous trips whem id ridden out on my bike, I'd need fuel at SH, D & be out by my destination so this Super Subaroo was proving itself to be amazingly miserly on fuel. Imagine leaving home on a little over half a tank & not needing fuel till Dubbo! Dare to imagine!

We hit D as the shadows were growing. I needed supplies so I parked nose first & grabbed some fruit & bread. No fuel needed here either, as I listened to Rose's courtship & marriage before finding love with Quick Lamb on the eve of her separation from a poorly mismatched fellow. 

This Subaru Driver's biggest danger was tiredness. I got the nods at 16:30, but by D was i on my second wind. I decided  the Suby was cheaper & healthier too. Not just because of lower fuel use, but fewer stops meant fewer snack food stops.  

As we rolled into Peak Hill I had to literally rein her back to get off the highway. Pulling up quietly by the house in Boori Street, the fuel guage read over a third, but under a half. I reckon just two notches on the guage down, from a possible seven. I wanted to dance a jig umfortunately what I discovered at the house flattened my mood. My daughter was going to town venting her anger at D & she'd added more weight & the housework was not to her usual high standard. Later she confided her frustrations with D's sourness over recent weeks. It was a tussle I'd predicted, she was at a loss to curb his pigheadedness & he lacked the skill to articulate his feelings, other than to spray shitty words & deeds at the same woman he'd begged to come out here & live.