Overlander: One man's epic race to cross Australia
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Rupert Guinness set out on the trip of a lifetime: to race across Australia in the inaugural Indian Pacific Wheel Race.
This would be no ordinary bike race. Unlike the Tour de France, which Guinness made his name reporting on for decades, competitors would ride completely unassisted from Fremantle in Western Australia to the Opera House in Sydney on the other side of the country – a gruelling distance of over 5,000 kilometres that would not only test riders’ physical endurance but their psychological resilience as well. Dubbed ‘The Hunger Games on Wheels’, there would be no help, just riders and their bikes crossing one of the most beautiful – and most inhospitable – places on earth.
Rupert’s mission was to test his own grit, physical and emotional, as he followed the trail of the pioneering men and women whose historic rides over the last two centuries unveiled a largely unknown interior.
But when a terrible tragedy stopped competitors in their tracks, Rupert was forced to make one of the toughest decisions he had ever faced – and ultimately, what he discovered was the extraordinary power of the human spirit.
Rupert Guinness
Rupert Guinness is a veteran sports journalist for major news outlets in Australia and around the world, and the bestselling author of 14 books. Guinness received a Walkley Award for his inside story for The Australian on the 1999/2000 Sydney to Hobart yacht race where he crewed on board the line honours-winning maxi yacht Nicorette. A former triathlete, club cyclist and elite lightweight rower, Guinness still rides and runs in marathons. He lives in Sydney.
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Overlander - Rupert Guinness
INTRODUCTION
A COSTLY RIDE
FRIDAY, 31 MARCH 2017
I am feeling great – in my mind. A positive glow is warming me from deep within the layers of fatigue I have built over almost two weeks. Arriving in Adelaide, my spirits are high from the sense of achievement of having cycled 2,830 kilometres, or across a little more than half of Australia, in the inaugural 5,470-kilometre Indian Pacific Wheel Race from the South Mole Lighthouse in Fremantle to the Opera House in Sydney.
There’s still so much further to cycle before I can say ‘mission accomplished’. But whatever happens from here, I have ridden further than the first ‘Overlander’ route cycled by Arthur Richardson, a mining engineer from Port Augusta, South Australia, who worked on the Australian goldfields looking for new strikes. Aged 24 and with just a small repair kit and a water bag, he set off on his bike on 24 November 1896 from the gold mining town of Coolgardie to cross the Nullarbor Plain to Adelaide, a ride which had been deemed by so many as too dangerous. Richardson took 31 days to finish the ride and became the first person to cross the Nullarbor on a bicycle. Later, he famously described the searing desert heat as being ‘1,000 degrees in the shade’.
Incredibly, in a display of decision-making that might be best described as impulsive, it was during this ride and when suffering worst from his sunburn, saddle sores and exhaustion that Richardson started plotting his audacious plan to become the first to ride 18,507 kilometres around Australia, his plan being to start and finish in Perth. He was pushed by the knowledge that a combined trio – Frank White and his younger brother Alec, and the wealthy pastoralist and amateur cyclist Donald Mackay – were planning to attempt the same feat, but in the opposite direction and with the White brothers starting in Melbourne and Mackay joining them in Brisbane.
Richardson’s bid to be the first to circumnavigate Australia by land was audacious in itself. That he pitted himself to beat three others whose plan meant they would help each other added to the audacity of it all. Richardson left Perth on 5 June 1899 – and the White brothers from Melbourne on 5 July – and he beat them, finishing on 4 February 1900. How Richardson did it, riding out into the unknown on lumpy camel pad tracks, across parched desert plains littered with patches of broken rock and scrappy bush, forging pathways that today are bitumen roads, is simply mind boggling.
For me, riding from Fremantle to Adelaide has been a huge challenge in itself. A year ago I would never have imagined attempting it, let alone completing the distance. Not to mention what fulfilling the ultimate goal of reaching Sydney will mean to me, after I’ve cycled through Victoria and parts of the Australian Capital Territory and New South Wales. I think of Australia as a chameleon with its diversity of terrain – the changing colours and landscapes – and wonder how I might come to learn more about this beast of nature by seeing it first-hand, rather than via documentaries and advertisements and images on postcards and in coffee table books. As with the open ocean in sailing, I know that when cycling alone in the wilderness you should never underestimate Mother Nature. She can be as cruel and angry as she can be beautiful.
So on this fourteenth day of this solo and unsupported ride – held to recognise the feats of the Overlanders like Richardson – I’m definitely feeling the hundreds of kilometres I’ve ridden every day. I have acute pain in injured parts all over my body. But after a challenging start and several tough days crossing the Nullarbor, I’m now used to dealing with the highs and lows – emotional as well as physical – of each testing day in the IndiPac.
Leaving the Torrens River bike path, I ride slowly up King William Street towards the city centre of Adelaide, negotiating my way through rush-hour traffic and pedestrians. The sight of fresh-faced and neatly dressed city dwellers at a set of traffic lights makes me think of how I must look – and smell. I need a shower, some rest and a little bit of body maintenance, and so does my bike.
All this steers me towards the Treadly Bike Shop, a quaint store that specialises in bespoke single speed, fixed gear, cyclo-cross and commuter bikes. Tucked away in the shadows of Ebenezer Place behind the bustle of Rundle Street, the shop has been monitoring, on the satellite dot tracking system, the progress of every IndiPac rider as they each make their way across Australia at varying speeds and battle a variety of weather conditions. The shop has also offered to be open 24 hours a day to help riders on their arrival into Adelaide.
This offer is too good to refuse. I’ve had persistent tyre issues, and in the last few nights and early mornings before and just after dawn, problems with my light system that needs someone more qualified than a technological luddite like me to address. Treadly makes for a welcome sight, as does the greeting smile of owner Sam Neeft.
It’s just after 9 am. Sam wastes no time to ask, ‘How are you? How are you feeling?’
My smile probably says enough, but I reply, ‘Mate, I’m so happy, so relieved to be here.’
I am, but my mind is focused on the rest of the IndiPac course and the mechanical attention my titanium Curve ‘Belgie Spirit’ needs, which is still bearing a thin film of ochre Nullarbor dust. I steer the bike to the back of the shop, where it’s put on the rack for service.
My plan is to be as efficient as I can with my time in Adelaide, yet make the best of being here. Several days back I’d decided I’d reward myself for making it this far by taking a day off the race, stay in a nice hotel and enjoy some good wine and food. The pickings out on the road have been slim. But now all I want to do is clean up, eat, rest for an hour or so more and then, with my serviced bike, return to the solitude and isolation of the road that I’ve grown to love.
As soon as my bike is on the rack, I’m explaining to mechanics Jake Thomas and Andy Rogers my two main needs. The first is to repair the lighting system that recharges off a dynamo hub on my front wheel when I’m pedalling. In recent days, it’s failed to do what it should, with only one of the three bulbs producing light. I also need my rear rim and tyre checked for any issues that may have led to me having had three punctures and a slow leak.
I leave them to it and head next door to a café. I order a coffee and a muffin on autopilot, as I’ve done over and again on my breaks for the past fortnight. Eating, eating and more eating – it’s become part of the daily ritual on the IndiPac, like fuelling an old steam train with coal.
At about 9.20 am I return to the bike shop. The news about my lights isn’t good, but there are options, which is immediately reassuring. Over the last fortnight on the race, I’ve learned most problems have solutions – and that dwelling too long on the problem doesn’t help.
We are focused, talking about the issues. The guys can’t repair my light system; it can only be fixed by the manufacturer. But they can sell me another model. Should I swap the system and have mine repaired once I’m back in Sydney? Or should I continue with what I have, making do with the one working bulb, and supplement it with new, smaller – and cheaper – lights?
I’m leaning towards the former, despite the extra cost. The IndiPac, I have learned, is a costly ride. But I have to choose one way or the other and soon, so I don’t lose time.
My attention is broken by the sight of a cyclist entering the shop. It’s Kay Haarsma, who accompanied me for some of the final kilometres into Adelaide and the bike shop – one of the now fabled IndiPac ‘dot trackers’, cyclists who follow race entrants on the dot tracking system, and ride out to meet and cycle with them for short distances. Kay was smiling when she left the bike shop not long after I arrived – she took a photograph of me too. But now her smile is gone, replaced by a look of grave concern.
‘Have you heard the news?’ she asks.
Sam, Jake, Andy and I look at each other. We clearly haven’t.
‘Apparently an IndiPac rider has been killed.’
Kay passes us a printed ABC online report of a collision between a cyclist and a car on the Monaro Highway near Canberra.
‘It only happened a few hours ago,’ Kay adds, as we huddle to read the report.
At 6.22 am, to be precise. The identity of the victim is yet to be confirmed by police and race organisers, but the ABC story gives a harrowing indication.
1
ON THE PATH OF THE ORIGINAL OVERLANDERS
OCTOBER 2016
‘Is the Overlander in you?’
The online advertisement grabs my attention. I absorb the details. The route of the inaugural Indian Pacific Wheel Race, which soon becomes known as the IndiPac, traverses close to 5,500 kilometres from Fremantle in Western Australia to the Sydney Opera House via the Nullarbor Plain, Adelaide, Melbourne, the Victorian Alps, Kosciuszko National Park and Canberra.
Is there ever! I reply to myself.
I’ve just submitted the final manuscript for my book, Power of the Pedal – The Story of Australian Cycling to the publishers at the National Library of Australia, so have some understanding of the Overlanders and their place in Australian history.
The Overlanders were pioneers. In the late 1890s to early 1900s they cycled over much of Australia with some epic rides into and across the interior as well as around the continent’s circumference. Their achievements make up a largely unrecognised chapter of Australian cycling history. Their intrepid journeys not only created folklore – as dispatches about their experiences generated much interest in the major cities and towns where they could be published in local newspapers or bulletins – but also helped to forge stronger links between those cities and towns that had been originally founded by migrants, prospectors, and teamsters and bush workers on foot or travelling by horse. Many of the routes they took led to today’s roadways.
But the Overlanders highlighted how much faster the trips could be on bike, and promoted the sturdiness of the equipment they used and the brands that supported their rides. Their arrival into a city or town was nearly always met with a massive throng of people cheering them on, from local townspeople and workers to dignitaries and politicians keen to see these extraordinary people first-hand, and also to listen and learn of their adventures. Many were given police escorts to civic receptions.
The Overlanders became stars of their time. They included the likes of George Burston, Percy Armstrong, Arthur Richardson and Joseph Pearson, to William Snell, Frank White, William Virgin, Jack Denning, Pat O’Dea and Jerome Murif, along with A.W.B. Mather, Charles Greenwood, Tom Coleman, Albert MacDonald, Donald Mackay, Alec White, Eddie Reichenbach (aka Ted Ryko) and Francis Birtles, and the last of an era in Sir Hubert Opperman. Also among them in the 1920s and 1930s, until the Second World War intervened, were women such as Elsa Barbour, Billie Samuel and Joyce Barry.
All came from different backgrounds and had different motivations for their rides, a number of them attracted by the fame and the money they could earn by promoting various bicycle products (from the bikes themselves to gears, wheels and tyres) at a time when the bicycle was becoming a boom mode of transport in Australia. But each was fundamentally bound by a daring spirit that cast aside fears of the inherent risks they would face and enabled them to set off into the unknown, laden only with food and water.
Collectively, the Overlanders’ story debunks the myth that Australia has traditionally not been a cycling nation. But Australia’s roots in the sport are unique, even if its origins aren’t linked to road and track racing as they are in Europe, which is still considered the traditional heartland of the sport.
In Australian history the Overlanders have received far less recognition than they deserve, but the IndiPac could help resuscitate interest in their story, and ensure their rightful place in our national story. Despite never having ridden in a solo, unsupported, ultra-endurance bicycle race like the IndiPac, I know that the inherent hazards faced by the Overlanders, who cycled over brutal off-road terrain, in areas where food and water were scarce and the wildlife a potential danger, were far tougher than any challenges I might face.
I look at the ad for the race again. It’s a great opportunity for me to deepen my understanding of the Overlanders: their character, their will, their struggles and their achievements. If I enter, I’ll be able to experience a little of what they might have. And if the suffering and difficulties become too hard to cope with, I can always draw on the legacy of their experiences in those torrid circumstances as motivation.
With the seed planted, it doesn’t take long for the beginnings of a plan to grow. But apart from proposing my entry to my wife Libby to test the waters, before I push any further with trying to convince her of the plan, I need to get more insight into what would be at stake. Libby has heard me bang on before about going on some grand adventures and for the most part it’s been mostly banter spiced with a sense of fantasy. That said, I did sail in the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race twice, with no open sea sailing experience beforehand. But the IndiPac would be different. I need more information – not just to convince myself that this is something I really want to do and feel I can achieve, but to reassure Libby that I’ve covered off as many safety and survival concerns as possible before I set off for Western Australia.
First off, I meet up with friend and world-class film maker Anthony Gordon. Among many other features, Anthony produced the documentary on the inaugural Race to the Rock, the 2017 solo and unsupported ride from Adelaide to Uluru, instigated by Jesse Carlsson, who is also the mastermind of the IndiPac. When I meet up with him to chat about the IndiPac, Anthony has just returned from Nepal, where he shot the second season of his series Everest Air for the Travel Channel, about a Sherpa high-altitude rescue team.
Anthony’s thinking is that my interest in the event is as a journalist. I could hold interviews with riders and other event personalities during the race for the videos that he would shoot and post on social media and later edit for an official IndiPac documentary. He’s pretty surprised when I tell him I actually want to race it. As his surprise rapidly shifts to infectious enthusiasm, I become even more hooked on the IndiPac and all it stands for. Anthony likes the fact that, after spending the early and more recent years of my professional life writing about mainstream sport – as well as major cycling events like the Tour de France – I want to take part in an event that even many professional athletes might think is too crazy to consider.
Other factors weigh in to my thinking too. Nine months since taking a voluntary redundancy from the Sydney Morning Herald in January 2016, I’m uncertain about a lot of things – my career future for one. I’m also questioning what change I need in my life. I spent many years writing about the performances of elite riders in cycling, which I started covering in Melbourne in 1984. In 1987 I really began to focus on the sport when I moved to Europe and spent nine years living and working in Belgium and France, reporting on cycling at a time when very few English-speaking journalists were forging a career out of it. The largely untapped world of ultra-endurance cycling could offer me just the sort of change I’ve been looking for.
Given my thirty-plus years as a cycling journalist, Anthony thinks the prospects of getting support from those behind the race, bicycle equipment suppliers, and maybe a charity or cause were I inclined to choose one, could be strong. He reckons the first call I should make is to Jesse Carlsson, who Anthony is already in deep negotiations with about shooting the official IndiPac documentary.
Jesse isn’t just the brains behind the IndiPac. Melbourne-based, he has a PhD in theoretical physics, and is a private equity investor and former BMX age-group world champion. He’s also a world class ultra-endurance rider. In 2013, he came second in The Divide, a 4,400-kilometre solo, unsupported mountain bike race from Canada to Mexico. In 2015, Jesse also won the 6,800-kilometre Trans Am Bike Race, also solo and unsupported, which races on open roads across America. Along with the Transcontinental Race in Europe, the Trans Am was at the time one of the two major ultra-endurance road events in the world. The IndiPac would be the third such race of this kind.
Jesse is also one of three owners of Melbourne-based Curve Bicycles, which manufactures specialist bicycles such as titanium ‘graveler’ bikes – hybrids made for adventure riding that allow riders to cycle on the road as well as off it, on trails. Anthony thinks Jesse might entertain the idea of me riding one of the bikes he’s designed for a ride like this, and that the Australian arm of Rapha, the UK global cycling apparel company, which is supporting the event, could well be open to outfitting me with their kit, too.
The first conversation I have with Jesse fuels my excitement further. His knowledge of Overlander history is as extensive as his passion for ultra-endurance cycling. When Jesse speaks, he has the exuberance of someone who’s just discovered a secret code.
‘How will you ride it, to race or to finish?’ Jesse asks. He’s genuinely keen to gauge my plans, rather than jump to conclusions about my ability.
‘Well, my plan is to focus on finishing, but go in with a racing mindset.’ My answer doesn’t lean one way or the other, I know. But what begins as a conversation about me entering the IndiPac turns into a lengthy discussion about how the IndiPac would recognise the Overlanders’ place in history and allow riders to get a taste of what they experienced.
‘Even better,’ Jesse adds, ‘is that we can celebrate the 80th anniversary of Sir Hubert Opperman’s record-breaking crossing of Australia from Fremantle to Sydney.’ Opperman took 13 days, 10 hours and 11 minutes to complete the 2,875 mile trip in 1937. Opperman not only etched his name as an Overlander but also as a world star in road cycling – finishing 18th and 12th in the 1928 and 1931 Tours de France, and on the track where he won some of the biggest races in the sport. Not content just to soar in cycling, he entered politics after the Second World War and later became a member of Prime Minister Robert Menzies’ federal government in the 1960s, eventually serving as Australia’s first High Commissioner to Malta in 1967.
While Jesse talks up Overlander history, he’s up front about how hard the IndiPac will be – for everyone, not just newcomers. ‘I can’t stress enough how tough it will be,’ he says. ‘For anyone who enters, there’s a strong chance they won’t finish. People should know that.’
Even the top riders will be in for a challenge like no other, but still Jesse’s excited about how the IndiPac will give them the opportunity to square up against each other. ‘Never before have we seen the top ultra-endurance riders go head to head,’ he says.
Jesse explains that it is usually very hard in this genre of cycle racing to get all the top stars in any one race. That’s because most are still recovering from a previous race and only have the energy, time or resources to compete in one or two such events in year. Ultra-endurance, he adds, doesn’t offer a lucrative living to the best riders as men’s road cycling does. A Tour de France winner, for example, earns millions of dollars. Nevertheless, Jesse has managed to pull in the world’s marquee endurance riders and the race promises to be an exciting one.
Even still, Jessie stresses, ‘The IndiPac winner won’t get a thing. No one will – no number, no T-shirt, no entrant’s pack.’
By the time we say goodbye, the seed of interest is deeply planted – and sprouting. And with every discussion with him afterwards, I feel more excitement blooming, despite my increasing awareness of the dangers of traffic, sleep deprivation, exposure in the harsh conditions and wildlife.
But there’s more than taking part in an homage to the original Overlanders that draws me to racing the IndiPac. Something inside me wants to be stripped bare – emotionally and physically – by such an epic challenge. I’ve always loved endurance sports. As a child, no day was better than those spent from dawn till dusk riding my Dragstar bicycle, exploring the area where I grew up in the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney. In later years, I relished marathon surfing sessions; I would only come in to the beach for a quick snack before hitting the ocean again until the last wave of the day, and return home exhausted.
I love the expanse of open space: on land and in the ocean. I’ve never excelled at sport in confined areas or with regimented patterns of play – from playing fields or courts to swimming pools. Rugby union was the one ball sport I liked, and I did reasonably well in, but it was clear to me very early on that endurance sports were my thing. Rowing, triathlon and road cycling became my pursuits; likewise trekking and, years later, open water sailing, despite lacking skills and suffering from seasickness.
So how did I come to love the pain of endurance sport? Since childhood I’ve been plagued with insecurity, and always felt the need to prove myself. I suspect the roots date back to my youth, when my lack of ball skills led me to believe I had little sporting ability. I also struggled with my weight, which led to issues about body image and a loss of self-esteem. As a tacker, I absolutely loved hamburgers – especially those with the lot from the local burger shop. But I also loved McDonald’s burgers. Their advertising campaign promised a free extra Big Mac to anyone who could list the ingredients in less than thirty seconds when placing their order – and I learned those ingredients very quickly!
My weight and size increased to the point that, at The King’s School where I boarded, one of my nicknames was ‘Meatball’. As I immersed myself in endurance sports the moniker changed to ‘Meathead’, and to a more accepting ‘Meaty’ by Year 12, when I made the First VIII rowing crew. I never took offence. These names probably gave me a sense of inclusion among my peers and allowed me to deny how much I’d stacked on. But while blind to it then, over time my perceived sense of excess weight fuelled my insecurities further.
But I enjoyed school. I was very lucky to have had the education that I did, thanks to my father. When I left in 1979 I happily pursued my greater talents in rowing at the Sydney Rowing Club. But my body weight and self-image issues resurfaced when I joined the competitive lightweight grade. Before every race, rowers must weigh in under a set maximum; and for an individual male at the time that was 72.5 kilograms.
There was little education at that time about healthy weight loss. Some people advised me, however, and over one winter my weight came down. But my obsession with my body weight took a firm grip. The numbers on the scales – my