The herbal remedy was for relaxing after the ride in general. It certainly helped sooth raw nerves, thinking of how devasted my friend would be. It allowed a philosophical approach to the problem.
My mate was just happy his stead had not killed me. He rode to his uncles farm and grabbed a ute, them back to Sydney. We rested and come night at 9 pm jumped in my Fairmont V8 for a quick run to catch the penguins before sunrise. And beat my slack mates who stopped overnight at a pub.
I was particularly naughty, travel time 8 hrs 30 mins.
Ah the good old days.
Yeah the old R series BMW was a incredible touring machine and dirt road touring was magical. The greatest machine for the job ever created.