Flat tire on a Ducati

In Self Improvement, Short Thoughts, Stoicism

I was riding with my brother in the Cambodian countryside, with the ultimate aim of going from Phnom Penh to the coast, when we ran over a large nail and ended up with a flat tire in the middle of nowhere.

The first thing that was said:

And now the adventure starts!

It was great that we manage to keep our wits and good humor, even thought it could be hours before we would be getting on the road again.

In the end, it only took us 30 minutes and $0.75 (yes, that’s not a mistake!) to get back on the road, as a few locals gave us directions to a mechanic who did an emergency patch job — you don’t find many sport bike spare tires in the third world countryside.

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