This man and his Garmin …
Nod nod nod, so much cyclists on the road. November is the new August.
Free fridays for fycling!
Friday again! Yipeeh!
Ulf forgot his bidon in a wirtshaus yesterday, we go to pick it up.
Skid exercises with the Fixie in the dark wet park. Wild boars are laughing. I’ll come back!
Foggy forests are the home of the german soul. Ulf and me do a lot of photostops today. Annoying.
… and an Ulfogram presenting me
… and on fridays on detours to the lake
Joga, Michi, me. Joga crashes and cuts his skin and bibs and jersey and left shifter and right shifter. This is a painful ceremony on your way becoming a singlespeeder.
