Took 200 kilometers to understand the real driving rule in Istanbul: the one who arrives first will pass first. That’s it. Period. Don’t mind any other rules, you’ll get tired too soon. I can also testify THE RULE is working, putting out 3.8l/100 km on a Nmax 125 (even 2up) means it was not a slow ride. They all drive fast and you have to play the game too, 100 km/h on speedo will appear 4-5 times more often than any other european experience in day to day life. That’s another reason you don’t need a motorcycle inside city limits. Anyway, during our ride, ABS considered we need its help only once, when a junk car with the right winkers on suddenly turned left in front of us. Finally, some motherfucker invented a trick I didn’t know, and executed it as in a perfect ambush in Kandahar. That’s all for now, tomorrow we’ll speak about the reasons that make riding in Istanbul a much better experience than you could imagine, superior to many many capital cities.