The last day was a shorter day, to return to the motorcycle rental shop by 3pm closing time. (COVID hours)
Anghiari, with a small castle straight out of a fairy tale.
After this, our final stop, Adrian’s bike wouldn’t start. He had just told me the story over coffee of his ordeal with two dead batteries in the spring. (The replacement had been sitting on a shop shelf for years so it was already nearly dead on arrival). After that coffee we returned to the bikes. The battery had plenty of power; the engine turned over just fine, but it didn’t catch. He heard online that this model has problems with the fuel pump and folks say to just wait. So we waited and tried again, still without success, until the battery was drained. In desperation before calling a tow truck, we tried to jump-start his bike from mine, and that worked. Was it just waiting a few more minutes while we fiddled with the cables? Was the battery full of charge but sagging on voltage so the engine electronics didn’t work? Dunno.
Back in Firenze I walked around to see the sights.
