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Sonntag, 11.Februar.

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That time of the year.
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5 oldfarts, 5 sexy bikes (all steel, 3 singlespeed).

Through the rainy „Land of the Doppelgarage“ to the parents home and next day back home.

Oldfarts. Really oldfarts.

Make Black Friday green again.

First znoflakez …

First real autumn ride. Yeah.

Friday 13th. Scary.

#hoffistereimegacross

#hoffistereimegatindercross

Lost. In the bog. Soon bogman.

Old fatties in the cold. Bourbon fueled.

Pubic Holiday! Stefan, Michi, me.

And now the #thursdayisthenewfriday time of the year begins!

Fighting the party-season adipositas.

Much room for mushrooms.

Make weekend long again!

With my love in the woods. Lots of portraits …

A day off! Back to the mountains!

To the forest. No people …

First day of autumn.

My favourite season is near …

Sunday is for visiting castles. Visited the lost castle where carolus magnus was born. Maybe.

Visiting places of lost castles.

Oldfarts on tour. No words to add.

Home sweet home …

After work is good …

… so good …

… hot and wet jungle …

Fat singlespeedgrandpas in da moshpit …

The „little friday“ ride.

Rainy.

Waiting for autumn …

A ride in the park, the park, the park.

A ride around the lago.

Found something in the woods. And a deadly infected toad … poor lady.

Fatties without any concept have more fun …

Let’s close the book of July.

Amico Stefan and me want to ride around in the southern alps, so we take the train to Trento and cycle south to Bassano del Grappa. Next day sees us climbing Monte Grappa on an old military road from WW1 heading to Belluno. Going north into the heart of the Dolomites makes us feel the change from the flat land in the south to the big mountains. There the idea is born to follow the way through the alps to the northern end, the flat land of our hometown. An intense experience about change of nature and people, countries and culture, lonely roads and horrible traffic, hellish heat and the help of a dozens of lemon sodas …
Credits to Manuel from Lost in Prealps who contributed the idea and the track over Monta Grappa.

Finally June. Gravelgrinding. FFF.

I am Mogli in the jungle.

King and Queen and friends go swimming in the lake.

4 days of green. Best company, Andi, Johannes, Tobi, Ulf, me.

Ein kühler Mai wird hoch geacht‘, hat stets ein gutes Jahr gebracht.

Fatties try to burn fat …

New saddle softening …

Greener every day …

Four roses on a after-work-ride …

Silence in the woods …

We fight the overweight with slow rides and lots of beers … nice but does not work …

Fatties on tour. Again.

Neighbour Philipp needs a good reason for beer …

For Veronika.

Good Friday. Friends and beer and grilled fish.

Singlespeedgrandpas on tour. Fight the overweight!

Hangovertherapy with my beloved Dreckbike …

Started with bad hangover, returned with worse hangover.

Fatties on tour.

After 4 weeks without cycling my knees hit my belly when pedaling …

Butterflies!

Winter makes a break. We not.

We try a nightride. Michis sparetube is like a fishnet. We cancel.

Conditions are like inside a dry Martini …

Chased by 3 dogs, broken freewheel, home by train, 60 Euros fine because no bike-ticket because tires are too thick. But nice day.

Spring is around the corner. No fakenews. It’s fantastic.

At least I will not die on the sofa …

New snow over old ice, we must take the road …

Meriono willy-warmer and winter-embro on the rim …

When the Embro kicks in …

Beginners misteak: got some embro in the rim! Hot!

All is melting. Snow. Me too.

First ride with frozen bidon …

Frozen mud …

Fire and Ice with Michi …

Frosty …

North of Munich. Dog shit trails, gardening and swinger clubs, Olympic games and military training ground …

Broken toe. Pain in the back. Flu. Puh.

Bank holiday!

Sick for too long, on the bike again …

November as it should be: no office and foggy forest …

Make Cross fixed again!

Höllgraben check: water is back!

October. Note to self: buy Whiskey!

Bank holiday in Germany!

Oldfarts with hangovers.

Fabian wants to learn about forest roads. I show him every muddy mudhole in the woods. End up totally cooked.

Eating beechnuts in the woods …

Typical sunday: hangoverride …

Singlespeedgrandpas climb the Nudlberg. Bourbonbreaks.

Book of october closed with a ride to where we were born and raised. Ulf and me.

Next day back to munich. Alone.

To Salzburg by train, along river Salzach to Gerlos, through Zillertal to river Inn, through Rofan alps back home. Long weekend with the old farts, errands, beer, crashes, sun, punctures, wine … Austria is a good place.