Kategorie: radfahren

First post-surgery ride. Smell of mid-summer forest in the nose. Taste of yesterdays bourbon in the mouth. Nature.

Missed me?

Last picture before washing machine starts the 2-hour-program. Coming home to wife, cat and friends is sometimes nicer part of the trip.

We don’t like cyclocross. The term cyclocross, as the german term is much better: Querfeldein. Means directly over a field. Thats what we do.

Looking for the roads less ridden I find even roads less paved. That should slow down the litte singlespeed roadie, but please – look at the average speed! Note to self: donate the fucking Garmin to the children in the neighbourhood.
(Edit: now reported via Strava, no longer 25.000 km/h average speed)

It’s time to rise a headline for the Passo di Seftolarno. He is part of almost every ride in the south of Munich, he is not a damn Strava segment, he is an old friend, never an enemy. But why no pics of him? Cause he is a hidden col, whose few switchbacks can hardly be seen between the trees, only masters of photography will make it. Note to self: take pictures next time.

Dumb boyz checkin a new hood in da biggest heat of da day. Dumb boyz.

No bro, thats no golf court, and yes, we know where we are. Dumb boyz.

Hottest hours of the day see two Campy-blokes fighting with dust, mosquitos, punctures and bidons warm like piss. Simply another wonderful ride.

Pleasurable after-work-before-storm-ride with Ulf. That’s the plan. Finally we get wet. But we farmers are happy when it rains.

Quick and dusty gravel grinding and tick collecting with Ulf …

… and his reverse angle shot.

Michi has a track on his Garmin for a tour, but his Garmin fades away (digital coma). So we ride the random roads, even roads never ridden before. By us. With singlespeed. Harhar. Note to self: singlespeed rules.

Michi and me make a giro dopo lavoro. I ride the singlespeed. He is jealous. So he rides the poor mans singlespeed: no touching of the shifters all the tour …

Little singlespeed roadie says „Show me the alps, master. Please. And at least one little col …“ Ok, let’s do good old Achenpass my friend.

There’s a new kid in town … first ride with my new singlespeed roadie. I fooking love it, flies up the hills, leaves me smiling all night. Thank you Johannes for this build.

Days get shorter, so no stops for shooting. Works, but the two bidons are a problem …

Do you know that Hermes was the greek god of cyclocross?

Not true? But whereelse can it happen that feathers stick to a silver shoe?

Training the neighbour means chasing the neighbour.

It is his first cross-ride. He says it is the first and the last time he is riding with me.

But i feel he is infected with the cross virus …

Best of summer is the freewheel sound when coasting down the hills: mosquito.

Bought a mini tripod and now make selfies in da wood …