My rear brake now was a little bit out of tune.... I had my ear plugs put directly in my ears as I lost all my silicone and urethane top plugs... The sound quality was amazing : In between the said to be most loud band of the world : Grand funk railroad and some kid's practice on the second violin lesson. Wish I had put in my playlist shitty flute ... Too funny ! BTW the guy seems to really knows how to play, being able to reproduce many times the same false notes ! By pure hazard, overarching for some last candy inside my jacket, I found... my Samsung flip flop phone, with some gps Be on Road program in it !!! I tried to fix the flip phone opened , on the handle bars and wrapped in some plastic bag to protect it from rain . I gave up and found a more elegant way. African style, my friends ! I just slide the phone inside my helmet, so I was able to hear about the stupid french voice indication... The only problem was that part of phone was in half front of my right eye. but who cares.. Police ?? maybe ; I still had lot of km to cover, weather was turning back to rain but now I knew more or less my way when I'll be in center town. Turning slowly in a village entrance, I lost my rear wheel. Well, it's an heidenau scout, a soap under rain. I like bad tires on rain, it helps you ride carefully :) A hit with the boot and nothing to worry. I stop at the next road and put some gas... Now I have some stunt dragster, wheel acting like a spinning top. Engine off, with a noble and slow move of my left leg, your humble servant pushes back the stand and went down his blue prancer. But the iron horse, remembered he belonged to his 42 others friends horses power ... And in all in grace and slow motion, both crashed on tarmac, two moujik queens observing the scene from their windows castle, with intense disappointment . Playing now Retreat from Russia, I felt like a grumbler of the army of Napoleon.... Except I didn't have any drums and was not playing " La Monstreuse" from Raynaud : In the usual "Rage against the machine " style, I bounced back and erected the bike : Stand screw was sticking out and the stand hang down , kept by the spring, like a porn actor penis trapped by a shiny string... Bad news.. Not really, considering that I just still had the screwand just needed to put it back... Nothing around to keep my bike erected. Maybe if I turn it to the direction of the two Moujik queens, the Japanese hormones will help the bike keep erected, giving me enough time to operate some screw vasectomy ? Ok, let's drop the bike on the right side. You know now that I lied the bike on the ground with infinite precaution At this point, the queens vanished behind their curtains, convinced that the knight was just in fact an actor from some Monty python movie... Fast repair, screw had came out helped by tons of 80w90 oil generously sprayed on the chain last evening because, yes, I started to really take care of the chain... Mainly because since a few days, as I'm use to shift all gears without clutch, I was missing the 2nd and even the 3d pulling up and just wasn't able no more to go down from 4 to 3... Told you - Regina is not a suitable name for a chain... And it's was a shame to see that a 53 000 km chain started to wear. Where is the good old Japanese quality ! Concerning chain, I will make a report at the end, on my thoughts about some topics that everybody likes : Chain maintenance, car or bike oil, , semi synthetic or full synth , lights ( but not about tires ! ) Repair done, I had to speed up now. I went on a bigger road and put more speed ( read : going from 88 km / h to a brilliant 112 ! ) Suddenly the engine started to rattle and stopped.... I must confess I 'm really bad in terms of failure expertise. The kind to dismount a complete engine before checking the empty tank... Because I start expertise with a pessimistic preconception... But after all these days in a love and hate relationship with my bike, I became more simplistic in my approach. I thought that I just had to put the tap from main to safe position... In fact, it was already in reserve.. So no more fuel... Reserve is UP on Yamaha and down on Honda.. bad confusion... Let's now open the cleaned top case to use the jerry can and loose more time. Fuel done, I went on and after less than 500 meters I saw a small gas station... That's life. Night coming, rain was still falling, and I was riding with open helmet, no pin lock, to avoid lot of condensation on visor. Worst was the new design of my glasses : Rain drops on it were freezing, making perfect star ice crystals. Christmas time, already ??? I just had to deal with it, as first tentative to clean just built some strange ice lines on them... Better say I was seeing nothing, sliding glasses down to my chin. Narrowed eyes, I was trying to follow the total new built tarmac, then the last H4 beam I had exploded... No problem, I switched on the LIDL leds :) But ( of course ) the switch full of water switched them off too after half an hour... Ok , let's now follow a car. And I found the perfect one !. A guy in old Lada with low beams worst than an enduro acerbic light kit ! Driving at around 50 km/h. Still 100 km to do... It took me two hours to do it but thanks to him, anyway; Now I can draw by heart the back of a blue Lada that I sucked for such a long time. And I prayed all time at every cross road that its home was near Cheboksary.... With eyes like an owl wearing Stevie wonder glasses, I did it, and came more than tired to the flat. Brother was there and I waited for Lesya and her mother to come. Then the big meal, the big sleep, not before putting wet clothes everywhere on the big warm tubes ! Here Lesya in her flat on the left, with the warm tubes and couch surfer's friends. Sadly I missed the next day meeting of couch surf travelers in town... Guy on the right lying is the great Denis Bachmakov now traveling on very low budget all through Europe this winter ! Looking at pic, it seems that the guy with gray pullover is the one who kindly asked me on couchsurf site if I succeed to find a place in town.