I’m back on the express run out of Sydney tonight. It’s not the best run as you end up fairly tired, especially at the beginning of the week while you transition from the world of normal mortals toward the witching hour of the night life.
The upside is the run out of Sydney and up the F3 is fairly quiet and I have the road fairly well to myself once I skip off toward Cessnock. It makes the whole run about an hour quicker than it is during the day and even the run up Pennant Hills road is a breeze with speeds up around the 70 kph limit most of the way.
I’m also getting to see the same drivers each night so you start to say g’day to more people which helps to alleviate the fatigue induced by the odd hours.
The worst time is around 3am then the circadian rhythm tries hard to put you so sleep regardless of what you are doing. I’ll sometimes pull up somewhere and set the alarm for a fifteen minute sleep, it’s amazing how sound a sleep you can be in before the turbo timer turns the engine off and 15 minutes later you can wake up and be good to go for another few hours.
Sleep debt definitely builds though and by the end of the week I can be fairly well stuffed. But having done five trips to Sydney (about 4000km) with all the traffic should be fairly exhausting I guess. It’s no what I’d recommend as a hobby but as work goes the pays good and nobody really hassles me much, that’s life on the road for you.