neues aus der hoffisterei

It’s like being a child when you wake up and all is white outside. Hurry and get out.

More detailed – i wake up by a cat-bite because little principessa wants her breakfast, same for me, I really need some espresso, kit up, kiss the sleeping wife and get out. And then is’t like being a child: it is important to be the first in the snowy woods drawing lines in the fresh white.

These are not the conditions to clock miles, but if you love the silence of the forest, being alone with only trees and animals they are perfect.

Every year I need some days to remember how to ride in snow. To sum it up, it is like jumping in a hotel bed.

If you don’t like insects crashing in your face this is your season!

Enough for 2014, if snow is higher than hub-level go skiing!
So good that I can finish this year with a classy fail.
Better to be mad than sad.

December is dark and dirty. Really dirty. So dirty.

… oh, not today.

More mess than miles. That’s cyclocross riding. Says me. I’m genius.

Conversion is finished! First ride with Joga and his „GT Tachyon Singlespeed Monster Crosser“. What a beast.

Typical sunday afternoon hangover therapy …

With Stefan and Michi to the lake. Festive hangover. Oh man …

Old farts on tour to Forsthaus Aquila. Closed. Ok, we drink the beer at home. And bourbon. Jochen, Michi, Stefan, me.

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.

We want to see the bohemian national park of Sumava, Joga the Joga, Ulf the sheep, new fellow molto simpatico Stefan and 44×18 me. Sadly Mario is pregnant and Michi is sick at home. First day brings us from Cham to Kvilda, next day to Passau to catch the train back home. Great company and first overnighter without epic weather but some beautiful detours over some beautiful hills. Sumava is a great place for cycling, czech it out!

The four roses meet to do a Guerilla CX race! So we go into the woods, set up a race course and race. Grrrreat fun. We will do it again.

And now wanna see a vid? Thanks Michi!

1. Hoffisterei Guerilla Cross Race from Georg Stockmann on Vimeo.

Confusion! Appointment with Michi. After some kilometers we realize that he rides his geared roadbike whereas I sit on a singlespeed cyclocrossbike. So we do only medium sized gravel. Really old farts …

Nightride because happy nervous because Sumava is coming!

Suburban cross with Ulf, construction and deconstruction sites. Moto tracks, tank tracks …

Take the hangover into the woods. Short short, the beast needs it cold!

Joga and me show Stefan and Carsten the beauty of the south. Thats the plan, but we want to see them suffer in the flooded woods …

Old men fear the cold …

Night-ride season starts …

And Cross-season!

Saturday in the woods with Ulf, mud and mushrooms …

… between two rain-clouds in the steamy wood …

… wet and cold and dark and funny and with Mario

… through the ghetto into the unknown. Pups. With Jochen.

… the four roses aka the old farts into the night.

A Kreuzotter is a Kreuzotter because she kreuzes your way. A cross-otter is a …

All bolts tight? Test ride with the new All-City Nature Boy. He hates tarmac …

Appointment with Jochen. It is cold and it rains. We could drink a beer but he wants to ride … swagger.

First day of autumn. Last sunlight is cold.

In the woods before Oktoberfest appointment. Does pre-detoxing work?

After Oktoberfest hangover sortout ride with Ulf. To infamous Höhenberg. What a killer climb.

Last nightride in September shows a tremendous frogsomeness …

As Mario is going to be married we do a stag stroll on cyclocross bikes. And as Mario is a lover of lakes (his favourite is stinky Starnberger See) we will pass Tegernsee, Schliersee, Walchsee (now also stinky as we take a quick bath there) and infamous Königssee with destination Salzburg. Heat kills us climbing the Tatzelwurm, some tiny recovery beers bury us.

Next day sees us a bit stoned, we cannot explain how historic doping methods (cheap red wine, bourbon, cigarettes) should work. After some manly conversation yesterday we now know that we all 4 have the same zodiac sign: virgin. Seems that this is the cause of our spirit of comradeship, at least we have a similiar attitude, smart-ass Jochen, wisenheimer Ulf, clever-dick Mario and know-it-all me.
Needless to say that it’s raining the whole day. Tradition. If you need rain, call us and we ride along …
Man, that was a funny ride.

My favourite these days: exploring unknown roads till the road ends and beyond …

Early sunday mudmunching with Joga (who wears two bibs for double protection of family jewels) …

Evening Ride. Sun is smelly, summer turns into autumn. I love this time.

Overnighter! Stag Stroll with the old farts, sunny, rainy, funny. See own blog-post here

Run into the night with Jochen. Announcement of cookies and beer makes him fast.

Feeding a friends cat, Pauline. Riding home with detour.

Sunny sunday garuvel relax and horse trail exploring …

August. Haha, means autumn … meet Sissy again, the old Series 3 with Series 2 front (Landrover tech-talk) …

Ahh, autumn, soo nice, riding into the sundown …

Checking trails, finding nice spots and swampy dead ends …

Ride into the night with Michi. He came back from France earlier because it was too cold there. Now we ride in rain with 8°C.

3 days later summer is back. Tiny insect pees into my eye. Now swollen. I love winter.

Last ride in August. I like the art-concept of mushrooms: they appear when nobody is there, stay for some hours and then fade away in ugly beauty.

We know a cozy place in the alps where they have cold beer, Loas Alm. So we plan an overnighter, Mario, Michi, me. Jochen has to stay at home. Lucky you, we dedicate this tour to you. Needless to say that it is fooching cold and raining the whole time. As always. But we are prepared, Michi takes his tank-bike with all his winter clothes in big bags, dressed as a frog man. Mario and me use winter embrocation. And off we go.

… party hard and catch a cold. Riding clears all.

… with the old farts on single- and double-trails (which are wide enough).

and an Ulfogram of me:

… and then I find a trail to topless beach – Höllgraben. Sunny ride home.

We make an overnighter to Loas Alm! See the own blog-post on this epic shit here!

Back home we ride the rain. New standard.

Next day no rain but yesterdays rain in the freewheel, no more hills and sprints possible, making silly turns in the forest.

Sunny funny after-work ride with Ulf, shooting and doing the climb „The Humbach Hooker“. Very manly.

And an Ulfogram of me

… into a summer evening

Exploring new gravel-roads in biggg heat …

Sunday brain-detox

Trying to do something for a STRAVA climbing challenge. No chance here (not if you are an idiot who rides in arcade mode).

Definetely not.

Exploring a site in the forest where a starfighter came down in 1968. Debris still can be discovered. Then downhill through a nettlefield … best method to cure a hangover.

Funny rainy evening with Mario and Ulf. Autobahn! Then baptism of Marios new ride „Rochetta“ with water from the Fausto Coppi fountain on the isle of Elba …

… with the Lady to Freising. She takes the train home, I take the rain.

… and plein-air-painting on tour with „snapseed“ on my phone.

… and riding with the boys

… and me grammed by Ulf. Thanks, mate.

… with „The Swamp Thing“ aka pathfinder Jochen on tour

… and Sunday sees me rolling up to Austria

… hopping from graveyard to graveyard to get water in the hellish heat

… alone on the road in Worldcup season

… looking for a non-tarmac-tour round the lake with Michi

… single singlespeed sunday

… again germany is watching soccer on tv

… bank holiday! The singlespeed-cross-gravel-touring-steel-racer wants to check some hiking routes around Sylvenstein. Dust hungry beast!

… exploring some unexplored spots in da hood with Michi:

… and sunday sees again some old farts rolling on their million-dollar-babies:

… quick quick to the taverna!

… last run in June is my favourite style – gravel exploratory.

Three blokes take the train to Immenstadt to do an overnighter-ride home to Munich. Only rule is staying classy. And visiting Neuschwanstein, home of the one-and-only KOM.

Next day sees us empowered by some beers and bourbon leaving the cycle map to find a shortcut through the „Gachentodklamm“ (means „Gorge of a bitter death“). Weather was not good to us, but we were good to us. Best company, best time, best brovet.

For having a Kaspressknödel in Austria Michi and me make a roll to Jausenstation Aquila.

A lonely ride ends up in good company …

Next day a ride with the old farts ends in better company …

… and on saturday with heavy cussing Yoga.

Weekend saw me grammin in the jungle.

Recently grammed rides …

Tunnels and wild animals – Safari with Ulf.

Out in the woods, get a heavy punch from a branch on my left eye. All looks weired.

Sometimes if you have to think about something you should jump on your favourite bike and go on a ride. What looks negative at the start may turn looking positive when coming home.