What's an adventure without some unexpected challenges along the way. Got my
international SIM card at the airport and now I'm locked out of my phone. On top of that, the wedge, a small piece that holds the handlebars in place, wiggled
itself loose in transit and, at this time, is lost on an adventure of its own.
I decided to risk it and pedal to find a bike store. It's a good test for my
rusty Italian. I normally start out with the introduction, "Any English?," then
generally charade my way through from there.
After 10 miles of gut-check mapping I got a guided tour to one of the oldest
hole-in-the-wall bike shops I'd ever seen.
The business belonged to Isa and Diano.
She wore a white, stretched-out tank top and stored her cheaters on top of her
head. He had a random collection of inner tubes and a crowded workbench.
Isa fixed me up quickly. I was slightly nervous he may not have the part.
Technology and design have changed so much since my horse was manufactured
in 1982.
The bike fix went fast and then I spent the next half hour trying to figure out my route with Isa and Diano.
More later - the phone shop is opening and I'd better hop to it. Weather is
sunny and 80s.
