20-21/04/26 Working in Mildura

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 I took my bike to Pedal Attraction for a service and to track down an annoying squeak that had accompanied me since Goolwa. Pedal Attraction did lots of things to make my bike run better, but the source of the squeak eluded them.

"I tried everything," said a very frustrated mechanic. "I even thought maybe someone's tracking you with an air tag, but it's not that either." Looks like the squeak is coming with me all the way to Queensland then.

Nothing else exciting happened, other than I surfaced from work, went outside for lunch, and found to my horrified delight that the Crime Scene squad was having a little Crime Scene party in/outside one of the motel rooms.


  spent my lunch hour peeking through the gauze curtains of my motel room and googling crimes in Mildura, but was none the wiser by the time I had to go back to work.

Tomorrow I'll take my final ride along the Murray.

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