After hours of mind-numbing driving on roads that threaten to separate your vehicle into its component parts and spread them over 300 kilometres of bulldust, you arrive at Australia's most remote roadhouse just before sundown.
The race requires riders to travel along corrugated roads and tracks, across sand and through bulldust in temperatures reaching up to 45 degrees.
Roads that have been showered only with a bulldust become soapy quagmires for unwitting drivers, and usually endless landscape is hidden by curtains of mist and rain, reducing visibility to 10 metres.
It would probably be hydroponic lettuce garnished with a few puny tomatoes that I have eked out of the bulldust in my backyard.
Brown, the primary colour of bulldust, described her culture shock at arriving in Brisbane to be confronted by suntanned Queenslanders who look like crustaceans decked out in floral prints and mirror sunglasses…