Autor: artist

Sunny ride into a dead end valley. The only road comes from Bavaria, the valley is tyrolean.

Isar river bed. Isar is a wild one. Man do i love the mountains …

Going home to Munich. Ciao Lago.

But we take the train. We are not as dumb as you might think …

Rolling through all places we have ridden three days before …

Trip to famous ski-resort of Madonna di Campiglio. First we have to go over Passo Ballino.

Then climbing up to our destination. Group of Brenta in the dolomite Alps. Madonna!

Storm and rain on way home.

Michi, Michi and me meet at midnight. We want to ride to Lake Garda in one day. 400 km with 3.000 m climbing. Chamois creme recommended.

First stop on first famous climb Kesselberg. Darkness. No cars. Only a fat badger.

Near sunrise we go down to Austria, valley of river Inn.

Gas-station-breakfast-stop at 6:00 in Innsbruck.

Leaving Innsbruck. City with great background. We will come back.

Climbing up to Brennerpaß on old Römerstraße.

Top of Brennerpaß, trespassing italian border. Rainy, windy.

Valley of river Eisack.

Reaching Bozen. Pizza for the riders, battery charging for the Garmins.

From Tyrol to Trento.

Here we go. Transalp quick version realized.

Now you know the game: some hills are steep, this one is steeper – for horses too fooking steep …

April 21st. Rainy. Cold. Long bibs. Smells like autumn. Bit early this year. Cross season starts!

First attempt to make the Spitzingsee this year – closed. Danger of avalanches.

So back to Tegernsee and the good old Achenpaß to good old Sylvensteinsee.

Todays crew: Michi, Michi and me.

Ride into the south to show Tim from the island the incredible bavarian mountains. A silhouette in the mist is the promise for more to come. In summer.

At least we have some climbing in the route to confirm we are not in the netherlands. Most are senseless detours, but works.

I love this season, colours of beautiful contrasts, shades of earth-colours and white and black, painters of the dutch baroque used them, did you know? … boring?

Ok, more action? Here the trail along the Isar slipped into the torrential river and swept away a dozen cyclists. Maybe.

Some adult content? Here we go – beavers! I love those nerve-wracking natural spectacles …

Quick ride powered by huge amounts of chocolat-bunnies drowned in „Nikka from the Barrel“ (old style doping) with corresponding japanese spring bonus: cherry blossoms all around!

Looks like snow but is a big piece of soap. Difficult not to lay down. Show some respect to mother nature and don’t think about jokes of showers and prisons …

Starting into a little spring tour together with some snowflakes I meet an old french couple crossing my way: „Bravo! Courage! Allez!“ Merci Monsieur pour la little extra motivation, France is a true cycling nation.

Oh lala, what a fúeking great début du printemps! Excuse my french.

Have you noticed? Seems i have a new favourite picture-format to do justice to the giants of the wood. No, i do not speak about friend Michi (little red midget on the bike in the background).

Spring Classics start in the woods. After winter the forest looks cleared up like a Zen garden. Respecting this atmosphere i try not to curse when pieces of horsedung hit my face.