Today, it was for the second time already that I road by this red or European squirrel – actually only a few centimeters past it. Because this Sciurus vulgaris was as flat as it was dead. Roadkill, to say it as bluntly as it presented itself to my eye with one...
Sometimes the trips that you don’t go on are the best ones. At least, that’s what it felt like when I received word from the group of (sorry) freaks I almost joined (as yet another freak) to ride the 305K from Hamburg to Berlin in one day. And they did it...
Have been travelling quite a bit again during the last few weeks. Too many business trips, too little leisure time, too much travel by other means of transportation than by bike. But even under these non-leisure, non-biking circumstances, of course, my eyes have been...
One more piece of evidence that the most British or, more even, English of all continental cities is Hamburg, the beloved home town of your’s truly: Finally, you can buy one of those slightly eccentric, but very stylish folding bikes by Brompton in a German shop...
And now for something completely different, as the freezing cold keeps all of us German bikers currently trapped inside. With time to spend on other fun things, e.g. reading books that deserve that you take your relaxed time with them. E.g. The Sound of a Wild Snail...
