I wasn’t sure how long I’d be staying in Boulia. I had a few days to spare before Mt Isa. But, as fate would have it, a bit of that time was consumed with the ‘invasion’ by the Shitbox Rally, a ragtag, conga line of 225 noisy, garrulous motors on an odyssey between Melbourne andContinue reading “A Conga Line of Cruisers”