Getting stuck on a classic motorcycle in a jumble of road diversions in a city clogged with searching traffic and with Real Summer weather.
That is warm. Motorcycling becomes less fun as quickly. The legs are mildly roasted. The engine starts to hiccup and buck. We have a classic vapor lock. The gasoline in the pipes evaporates. The float chambers become hot. The engine stops.
A mild stream of bubbles rises from the carburetors, back into the gasoline tank. That is recycling. The gasoline vapor condenses there and becomes gasoline again.
The engine is pushed up the sidewalk and placed in the shade.
Further on, a Turkish entrepreneur has tied a small terrace to his shop front.
The man is apparently not a Hard Core Muzelman.
He also sells bottles of beer.
Turkish beer.
The Efes lager is nice and cool and tastes great.
What to nibble from the store there.
A pleasant conversation with the shopkeeper who also takes a beer.
After two pints, some snacks and a cigar, the old side valve has cooled down enough to start mumbling.
To keep the wind a bit under control, cycle paths and one-way streets are also declared a usable public road area.
Once again on the country road, it is a nice party again: the engine has repaired itself and I have been drinking Turkish beer.
Summer weather is fantastic!