Riding through the hills and looking at the woods beyond underscores it yet one more time: Indian Summer has nothing to do with India (duh), nor with the US or Canadian Indians; or thereabouts. Indian Summer should actually be named German Fall, as over here are all...
Learned a lot during my tour of Berlin’s stadium built for the infamous Olympic games in 1936. To start with what I learned on the stadion itself, in slight correction of the very first sentence of this post: The Olympic Stadium was indeed erected for the 1936...
Quite some time has passed since the last blog entry has been posted here. And the blogger has, meanwhile, taveled back from from the US capital to its German counterpart. Not a particularly bad place for bikers either. Actually pretty popular with bicylce fans of all...
Another heat wave here in Germany. In search of alternatives to biking, find a shady place to lay down, start a big fan flowing into your direction and do some passive biking such as watching this: Or maybe this is a good day for doing some re-reading of old blog...
There is an old steel frame which has been sitting in the bike room for a looong time, fixie-fitting drop outs and all. Consequently, there has been the plan for a workover into a fixed-wheel ride for quite some time. Only that another one of those single speeds has...
Not too much of a surprise that in Washington, D.C., a lot of things point to the fact that the blog author is at the powerhouse of political influence. Consequently, no surprise either that the American people have erected impressive buildings and monuments to remind...
Although it had been in the cards for a few days already, the tandem initiation of the blogger’s stoker-to-be in an upcoming race was executed upon as planned. Despite the fact that the weather gods had given ample forewarning on the fact that the designated day...
The author has been invited to share her experience of last weekend’s double-marathon (425km – due to a detour that cut off 10K of the original plan – and some 3,600m of climbs). As this was pretty draining and the remaining bits of energy have been...
In the hilly area this blog’s author lives, it is quite easy to work up a thirst (and a sweat) when biking: There are either winds to work against; or long and steep ascends to climb up. Or both, hills and winds, to cope with: But help is on the way (at least...
For somebody like the author who’s bread and butter job is within the neuroscience industry, BBB stand for the blood-brain barrier, the physiological gate keeper that, e.g., prevents substances that are not meant for your brain (or downright bad for it) to enter...
