Getting up before wife and cat to manage some sylvester-party-issues. In the shadow below zero, in the sun above zero. Great. Appointment with brave bike buddy Michi to clock the last kilometers together to fill up his personal festive statistic, but sadly he has to cancel – home tasks … Ok, so out alone for a final lap in the woods. Dresscode: the remaining clean stuff.
As snow and ice was missing on the roads and trails this year we had a lot of great rides. Next week in the office will be odd.
Monster marshmellows stinking in the sun, rub on the pic to smell it.
Seven days of riding resulted in 615 kilometers distance and 4485 meters elevation.
A wise Belgian once said, the most difficult thing with bike riding is to put the socks on. Thats true. It was a wonderful week.
