neues aus der hoffisterei

Follow the horse droppings, they mark the best cyclocross tracks … FUUUUUUUCK!!! ….

If you have no bike follow these instructions to get wet with grace and glory. If you have a bike you can use this „bridge“ constructed by some talented riders …

Sweet Jesus what a windy day! New low and high speed experience …

Stag sees you. Do you see stag?

Good City of Munich! They build a cyclocross circuit. I do some quick laps, great fun …

Shredding with Ulf. Autumn leaves cover everything – rocks, trunks, mudholes, horseshit. Romantic ride.

Alone in da wood. Wet leaves on muddy double-trails make a slimy surface. No pics of me stopping in da dirt with da face.

Todays cross squad in reverse alphabetical order: Ulf, Michi, me. Within city limits. On a former military training ground. Motocross and tank tracks. Childish men with helmets. Wasted youth.

Todays crosser in alphabetical order: me, Michi, Ulf. Cross is Boss.

Visiting the parents means maximum carb loading. I have to eat, eat, eat, sleep, shave, eat, eat, eat, then allowed to ride back to Munich.

The house of my first years and first hills I stumbled down.

Sunny October ride with Michi into the south.

We pass Hundham, then Hausham. „Lieber ein Haus ham in Hundham als einen Hund ham in Hausham“. It’s a local saying, means „better to have a house in Hundham than a dog in Hausham“. You understand? Funny.

On the way to the Gindelalm. I take another way than Michi. He takes the asphalt road, I do it my way. Dafook …

Contribution from guest-photographer Michi. Note the timestamp, next Instagram-filter? #newdocumentarystyle?

„Hi Mr.Snowman, long time no see … wanna jump in for a little stroll through the woods?“

Searching for mudholes in the wood, Michi, Ulf and me. Note to city slickers: what smells like deer piss is deer piss. Thanks Ulf for the pic. Find out why I shoot black and white …

My favourite season.

King Kross leaves his hideaway, heading to todays highest hill 60 meters above the city …
Ulf wants to show me every hill and touristic highlight in the Northern Territories. Hills of dump, dumpster, buried in dump.

After-work-ride turns out to be a night-ride. Note to self: start earlier. If not possible – quit the job.

Riding along river Isar with Ulf. He says „Fuck“ all the time but I think he likes it …

… and Ulfs iphone shots of me crossing the elephant-gras.

The ranger explains why foxes always shit on tree trunks.

Waldeinsamkeit exists only in the german language. Waldeinsamkeit is the opposite of Oktoberfest and very rare these days. Now let’s go on the Oktoberfest.

Detox of body and mind in magic forest.

Crossing along the river Würm, outside and inside.