September 11, 2021
A day in Munich
Yesterday’s trip from Paris to Munich was fairly uneventful. I had previously uploaded my vaccine card and filled out the German pre-entry form to Lufthansa so there were no issues at check-in. Although each European country has its own and varied set of entry requirements forms, if you pay attention and follow instruction everything goes quite smoothly.
It was late afternoon by the time I arrived at my hotel in the old quarter of Munich. I unpacked and assembled by bike (aka Vivien George), and noticed there was a bit of drag on the rear wheel. On a cheerier note, I found a home for my three new traveling companions that were a birthday gift from Carla. By that time, it was almost 7:30 and I decided to venture no farther than the hotel wine bar for a surprisingly good meal of kohlrabi salad and grilled trout. As tired as I was, I had a fitful night sleep – a combination of pre-tour anxiety and worry about my rear disc brakes.
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The first order of business the next day was a trip to the bike shop. Fortunately, there were several within walking distance – I feared doing more damage if I rode the bike before expert evaluation. The verdict was mixed: a slight warp to the rear disc resulting in a minor amount of drag, but not too serious. As they had no replacement discs, I rode away resigned to the fact that I would have to work just a wee bit harder over the coming month. That’s when I noticed a problem with the electronic shifting – the front derailleur wouldn’t shift to the small chain ring. This had happened in Wyoming and we McGyvered a way to move the chain to the small ring, where it stayed for the last three days of the trip. The problem was due to a faulty wire, but I thought replacing wire back in NC had done the trick. Clearly, I needed to address the problem before heading south over the Alps. Unfortunately, the nearby bike shops had no experience with electronic shifters. I needed to be in Salzburg on Monday and hoped I could find help there.
The rest of the day was spent as a tourist - visiting a camera store for lens cleaning supplies; stumbling into IAA Mobility, a massive auto/transportation expo that encompassed most of central Munich; enjoying my first strudel and a coffee while seeking shelter from the rain in Marienplatz; and wandering through city streets. I found a small Italian cafe where I had the most decadent meal of spaghetti alla forma di parmigiano with black truffles.
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Back at the hotel I mucked around with the plugs on electronic shifters and went to bed hoping for proper shifting and a promising beginning to this last tour of my birthday trifecta. After all, good things do come in threes!
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It looks like a pretty basic procedure if you were in luck and found the right bike shop.
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It’s only a few blocks from our hotels and looks like a real repair shop. We’ll probably stop by there ourselves before leaving town to see if they’ll replace our brake pads.
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