Day 37 Arbatax - Orosei 90 km (1500 meters altitude)

Wanted me still stock up with patch kit, still had a patch, but find times a bike store in Sardinia virtual. So my hosts asked, a hardware store, they would have what I need. Always good to know someone who knows someone. Outside saddled, I was still laughed at by a German motorcyclist because of my luggage. I could ride the motorcycle right away with this luggage. What can I say, am I model pot-bellied pig? Do I have to pull in my belly to get into my leather suit? The difference between Italian and German motorcyclists? Italians are much more sporty and greet me on the road, at least today on the mountain. My hosts also came to squeeze me a bit before I left. No battery? When I made a joke, the bike is the future, which would trigger head shaking and waving off all German motorcyclists, my hosts laughed and said, yes with the gasoline prices, could be. So in a good mood I drove to the hardware store only to find that the man responsible for the bikes is sick. Of course, all the spare parts behind the counter and no one spoke English, except for the store manager, who was fetched. And he could really good English, but did not know his way around the shelf, so we searched for 30 minutes patch kit. Eventually I had together what I needed and a really great sunglasses to. Had lost my old yesterday, happens to me more often. The new one is not quite as dark and more of a goggle model, just what I was looking for. Then I strolled over the beach and pine forest and stood at 11 o'clock on the mountain, the sun was already banging down. Yes. My rear wheel something was wrong there, it ran not quite round. Did I have an eight? Or was the new coat not right? No plan. Further up, no too steep slope just up. At 500 meters altitude the first plateau, at 700 m the 2te and at 1000 meters altitude (after 30 km) on top. That was great, very much beautiful view. In total it took quite 4 hours. Have also made breaks and sat down in the shade. My rear wheel I have also inspected a few times. Nothing found. I must admit I prefer to ride up the mountain rather than down, why? I imagine that less can happen. On top I maked again a break and looked into the distance, I heard wide Swabian . So broadest! I looked around and saw a bunch of motorcyclists BC and RT signs. I drove over, only to be ignored. After two minutes I felt stupid and asked one of those standing on the sidelines how it would look with the departure, wind, gradient and so on. And got an answer. I said goodbye and drove off. Meanwhile, I had to take my skin out of the sun, so the descent with full gear came to pass. When driving down, the rear wheel was very spongy and something was grinding, front wheel checked, brake pads replaced, was necessary, but it was not. Rear. Brake centered, pads okay. Worked! Continued, after 3 km grinded again, held again, centered. So it went the whole descent. Then the GPS was still inaccurate, which forced me in a small town to quite strange ways. Everything not okay. I then stopped outside, in the shade and talked on the phone with my wife as I took off my rear wheel and checked through. Did I cursed when I finally saw it. The wheel was cracked. I don't know how, I don't know when, I know why, the strain. Shit. Asked Google, no bike shops far and wide. Then Felix called, the net was also not good. He still had a wheel in stock, but where to send it? Several models were available, for most I had to get off the island and for that I had to go at least another 100 km to the next ferry port. Or 180 km to the 13th. DHL Express, Milan, Barcelona, sink the bike in the sea and continue on foot. Many future models, many. I assembled my stuff and continued carefully, what was left, I already had a hostel, another 15 kilometers. At some point, according to both apps, I should turn right again. My intuition said stay on the road, I turned. Mistake. At the beginning it looked tarred, then gravel, then rough stones and then only a trail through the stony Pampa. Did the Willi. And then I felt it too, now also in front a flat tire. I was down with the nerves. I hope there was no one there, or could German. What I had given there from me was XYZ-rated, blasphemous & massively obscene. I screamed my unhappiness into the nature and struggled very much with my fate. I hated everything, everyone. Somehow I got to the hostel (mended I did not in front, only pumped up). He saw me, he saw my dirty hands and asked if I had problems. I asked him if there was a bike repair shop here and he affirmed and showed me the way, the Internet did not know. It was 10 to 7 pm, at 7 pm the store was supposed to close. I went to the store, pushed my bike alongside and found a super sporty man in the bike shop. I chatted him up and he said I'm in the wrong place, but he'll take me to the shop. A few meters further we came to a garage with Vespas in front of the door. My hope to get away with a good bike dwindled, ordering, waiting etc.. The people were also all busy, I stood in the way. Meanwhile, it was then also fully indifferent to me. The man I had met first introduced himself as Luigi and translated for me as one had time. The boss looked at the mishap, checked my wheel and left. We talked some more, suddenly the boss came back, with a wheel in hand, fitting. Although not a centerlock but a wheel. He waved me to him, told me what it would cost and that it will be ready tomorrow around 10 o'clock. I'm still gobsmacked, with everything I expected, but that it can be so simple. NEVER. Then back to the hostel, shower, because there is a clothes horse same still my stinking laundry washed, then into the restaurant, 4 course menu (had to be today, the Creme Brüller was called here Creme Catalana). Am thinking of staying here another day, but is probably better to go tomorrow 100 km to the next ferry port and see how it goes, it probably depends on the dry status of the laundry. In this sense, a guads Nächtle and Putin, just let it be.

there it is....

closer

beach life

up

yes, first plateau

1 plateau

1 plateau

up

up

2 plateau

up

up

above

the evil