In the morning a chat a bit with my new neighbors, a couple on a GS. We talk about tire karma and I admit that I haven’t had a flat yet. I say me goodbyes and start breaking down camp. As usual I do a quick inspection of the bike and notice a missing screw on an purely ornamental piece of plastic, a broken weld on one of the pannier racks, and a flat rear tire. So, sheepishly I go back to my neighbors and ask if we can use their side stand to unseat the tire. Sure glad I had some help and a could borrow a longer tire iron.
The tire won’t reseat properly and we decide that “more air faster” is what is needed. Luckily, there is a big German overland truck around with a big compressor, which does the trick.
With the tire fixed I have a start much later than usual and it’s plenty hot by the time I roll out of the campground. Advrider.com inmate strommer suggested a more scenic route to Ankara.
I stop to look at a Seljuk bridge near Ankara..
On the way into town I look for the Yamaha dealer I need to see the next day to pick up new rear brake pads. After I find the dealer I look for a reasonably priced hotel, which takes me quite a while. I eventually score with underground parking and double glazing in a vibrant neighborhood.
