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
