When you need a beer but still have 100km to go …
Neighbour Philipp is a good butt model …
Rehab ride with Stefan. And Michi. And me. And my hangover. And my new gravelpussy. Trackcross, the next thing …
My favourite season. No office for me, yeah!
Last day of Sepptember, trail fun for office worker …
… has nothing to do with tales of sex, no, this is the old roman name of august you uneducated dirty minded … and sextilis starts with a week of vacation in the countryside. So quiet …
Back to work. And back to after-work-rides.
Over night at the old farm house. Spot the two cyclists more than a century ago.
Fixing office shizzle, then forrrrrestttt!
Sunday bushwhacking with Ulf. Don’t take the road.
First road bike with neighbour Neelsen. Gravel, flat, wild boar. He likes it.
Nudist trails along the Isar …
Sunday to the Biergarten with her majesty …
Closing the book of August …
A cool title is paramount! So, „Berge in Flammen“ was a movie directed by Luis Trenker, story is located in the Dolomites, but Mr.Trenker was not allowed to shoot there, so the movie was made 1931 in the Karwendel. We go there. We want to cross from west to east through the Karwendel. Joga from Hamburg, Ulf and me. Lots of gravel, so much gravel, more gravel we ever had. Was a very nice weekend.
… some pics by Joga
… and some by Ulf
No Rapha Prestige Bohemia cause „Vegan Boys“ total fail.
Sunday in da wood searching for puddles.
Roads turn into gravel these days … I like it
Colours are gone.
Black heat, black dust, black future.
First evening that smells like autumn. My favourite season.
Warp speed cross with Michi.
3 hour after work ride: 1 hour sunshine, 1 hour monsoon, 1 hour moonshine.
Last run for July
Ha! New bike day! Custom frame and stem by Jacek Orłowski. Columbus Zona. Chris King blingbling, Paul brakes. Runs like hell.
June starts very rainy in Bavaria …
Testride: 17 teeth instead of 18
Sunday between two clouds.
Two fatties catch the sun …
Summer evening with fireflies!
Retarded me forgot rimtape, so a puncture from spoke-drilling, one patch on board … quick return home … stupid me
Hot and sunny saturday, beerbreak, like in old times. Refreshing finish.
Lots of Moskitos. If mouth open healthy snack. Not vegan.
Once there lived a man in Hamburg who murdered some ladies and cut them into pieces and finally put them into bags before storing them. In memory of this man named Fritz Honka I dismantle my old lady and put the pieces into a bag and take the train to Hamburg. My friend Joga lives there with his family. Next day we want to drive to the danish border for a 3 day cycling trip around the island Fyn.
We learn a lot about Denmark:
Denmark is not flat.
Denmark is windy.
Very windy.
The wind is stinky because the danes are farming a lot of pigs. A very lot. Everywhere. Even at the beach and on the ferry the wind stinks like shit.
Denmark is a hard place for veggies.
The next day we plan a shortcut by train to avoid the heavy headwind. For those mates in the alps: headwind means you are going out of the saddle on a flat countryroad to keep the speed of 6 km/h. You are sweating heavy but the clothes dry instantly. Seagulls accompany you standing in the wind like you. We have no time for buying tickets and end up having some discussion with the officials, but we are charming so no punishment. This day gives us some tailwind so we decide to have some beer on the way for compensation. At night we stay in Middelfart. Yes, the Danes use the word fart a lot. It describes the smell on the island very well.
Last day brings us to some nice places, again we have to master the stinky wind and do some shortcuts on these endless roads through the hell of the veggies. Was a great bromance …
Nightrideseason is in full swing.
Long weekend. Wet woods.
Cold. Rainy. Windy. Fixed.
I call this color „kreen“
Have to go in the office on Saturday morning. But the I ride to a party. In the mountains.
Next day home to the nex party.
The singlespeed-grandpas do it again!
Toads are hot …
Two friends, close to 50 years old, close to being deaf. „What?““What have you said?“ „Yes, I don’t like this road either“
Quick before lebanese grill …
All green in da hood.
And even greener.
Nighty with the old farts
For her Majesty the Queen on her 90th birthday a little giro in da wood …
Jon Snow is back and I must go.
Gorgeous gorges …
Cyclotreeclimbing. What else?
Springclassics need nightrides. What a stupid idea, our butts are colder than the night dark. Lots of bourbon.
It is muddy. We are so dirty.
We got exactly 5 min. of sunshine. We need more. Spring is still behind the corner.
Sun. Sun. Sun. But no crossbae.
Spring official. Lots of happy faces on bicycles. Alone in da wood …
Easter friday! We must ride!
Beckys brakes. Late start, but everyone feels the springtime.
Monday as they should be.
Lets close the books of march with some feelings typical for spring …
Playing the „If I give you 5 Euros will you then do it?“ game with crosswarrior …
Found a bee in the woods. In February. The end is near.
We laughed a lot! Nice to meet you, Brigitte!
We love rain. We love snow. But the mixture is bad. Man was that fresh!
From the suburbs to the sundowns, crosswarrior and me.
Early on the forest roads.
Forests in the east with Tourette Barbie.
First ride 2016 with Michi. No zun, no znow.
To be or not to be, zat iz ze questsnnn …
Finally: ZNOW!
Wild Cherry on ice with some bourbon.
Snow is melting, forest roads are icy, is spring around the corner?
Crosswarrrriors! (or „Drödeldrupp“ in frankonian dialect) … zunny januar ride with Rebekka who got some candies and a redbull in the end from the police …
Michi and me start the annual #festive500 but when I again and again fuck up my strava I will not win …
Alone in the woods. So quiet. Something is wrong with my phone, no track again.
Sunday ride with Ulf, singlespeed grandpas in the woods, some bourbons in the sun. Phone decides to track again.
Bushwhacking with Michi. Again no tracking on the phone. Next week I will talk to office IT: „Hey guys, I need a new business phone, this one fails with Strava App …“
Photosafari with CherryCherryLady Rebekka aka Crosswarrior. Some Bourbon.
Like a tradition, end of the year we ride to the then closed Jausenstation Aquila. Makes no sense, thats why we do it.
Again autumn, classic December.
December sees a lot of festivity, so the woods see me a lot with hangover …
Still some Resturlaub. Fuck yeah!
Fueling for the boring week in the office.
Out in the woods with Michi. (I fucked up the tracking, but I can show you all the places …)
Remember the song? But it’s sunny, so I sing another song while riding …
Saturday afternoon with my favourite crosswarrior …
Sunday ghetto krozz with the other singlespeedgrandpa Ulf …
Sad day in the forest: expensive cars parking along the fire-roads, fat men with guns running around, several dead deers – day of driven hunt. These are the „guardians“ of the forest. Assholes.
Discussing with Michi that Saturday 14th is my personal Friday 13th, the day I broke my femur. Coming home I see that Rebekka managed it today to go to hospital … Get well soon!
First snow + 2 blokes + a tiny bottle of Zwetschgenschnaps = perfect sunday
What do you need these days? Winter Embrocation! Today we are equipped with Bulleit New Frontier …
Oldfart reunion. Stefan (Metroland) and Joga (Hamburg) and me (München) meet in Treuchtlingen. We want to check Frankonia and how the new wine tastes. Wet and fugging cold, voluntary and involuntary detours, windmills, romantic views, bourbon, old ruins, young ruins, bourbon. We ride through sleepy villages with the smell of cat food. Windmills. Vegetarian falaffel and bourbon. Friendly people, lovely dialect. It was a great weekend, friends.
P.S.: the new wine tastes like cat piss
Incident free autumn forestal ride. Aaaaaaaah …
Dawn in the wood, I hear the clashing stag antlers.
Friday is the new weekend …
Last weekend of october, I ride to where I was born and raised.
Next day back to munich, following the cobblestones of my teenage rides.
My favourite season begins.
Gephyrophobie is the fear of using bridges.
Look mum, no hands!
There is still some noise in the head. Tonight plays Nini Rosso on his trumpet.
I met a really nice person today, Gunda, an elderly lady. We talked a lot about our love to animals and cycling, a real soulmate. Unfortunately we encountered when she drove her car out of the garage on the road where I headed into the forest. Cut to the bone, 6 stitches, bicycle frame broken.
Recovery Ride with Michi. No crash, no blood!
August. Feels like first day of autumn. My favourite.
With Mario and a heavy hangover into the woods.
Damn hot, luckily there is a hole in the old bib for extra ventilation.
Tanning snake on the road, sleeping fox in the grass, it is so hot these days. Take my 1-€-tripod for timer-selfies.
Successful office escape. Dr. Kimble on his bike.
Still no rain …
Appointment with Rebekka. Conditions are perfect. Trail rippin ends with bike washin. She is a CX warrior.
Feels like autumn. Definitely.
We plan a hard day in the mountains with lots of elevation and killer climbs. Ends chilling around with drinks and icecream.
Out of office. Thursday. Harharhar.
Friday off. Want to make a road ride, end in the forest. As usual.
… quick spin to say goodnight to the friends in the woods.
With the neighbour in the woods. Normally he is heavy cussing like suffering from tourette …
