We repaired Brendan's bicycle today.
The rack is the part of the bicycle that hangs above the rear wheel. It carries all our luggage. It is the handle of the suitcase. So when that broke, after days of rain and mountains, I was worried. Worry and positivity compete for space in every mind, and today I decided that positivity should triumph. We descended the mountain to find a bike shop.
Even when the first bike shop had no rack, we pressed onwards. Another one would. So we continued down the road, a bit anxious to reach a mechanic before every store closed for lunch.
We met a man who spoke no English, but who enthusiastically repaired our bicycles. 70 Euro is no big price for a full repair and tune up, it felt as nice as brushing your teeth after a chocolate bar.
And it's barely 1 pm. We ascend the hill again. A 600 foot climb poses no challenge to us at this point. And we regain the rest of the day to explore the beautiful hilltop town: Perugia. The entire city of 180,000 is as if it is built into the hill, into one building. Windows are filled in with brick. Buildings are built on top of their older versions. Staircases wind and twist into one another.
The air is warmer today and hundreds of people populate the piazza. It's time for the Moon Men to observe the late waxing gibbous. Our #25 red filter will help us show off the maria. We'll shoot to show 200 people tonight, I'll report tomorrow if we reach our goal.
We've reassessed our bicycle tour, and realized there are ways to avoid many of the impossible hills through the rest of Italy. We'll make better use of the trains, and pick up our tour again from Geneva, after the Alps.