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Den Kick der Beschleunigung aus den eigenen Muskeln kann Dir kein Kickdown eines noch so schnellen Autos bescheren - Erfahrung aus knapp zehntausend Kilometern pro Jahr.
- 00:5017,8 km21,5 km/h100 m100 m
As always during the ride, it happens and not when the bike is asleep, and always when the weather is finally like that again that I could do a longer lap without freezing: The gear cable tears and forces me to shorten my tour . And as always when the shift cable snaps, it doesn't tear at the rear derailleur, but the miniature steel cables twisted together to form the shift cable are frayed in the shift lever. Handlebar grip, brake, gear lever have to be removed, and each part asks for a different Allen size. Annoying. I get to work and have a glass of wine accompany the process.
15 de mayo de 2021
The Easter excursions were always exciting when I visited my aunt and uncle in Dresden when I was a child, a mixture of scavenger hunt and hide-and-seek when we were looking for as yet undiscovered post mile pillars in the wilderness. (My uncle was somehow instrumental in researching them.) That grass-overgrown stone at the edge of the field a quarter mile pillar? Or is it just a rock indifferent to history? The fascination of these tours has persisted to this day, and so I was all the more pleased that there was such a stone in my vicinity that is cared for and is called the road milestone here.komoot.de/highlight/570524
27 de febrero de 2021
Whether the persistent scratching of the psyche with the virus has encouraged the longing for (at least apparently) the good old days and thus made me find my way back to my old love, the railroad, or whether it was the common thread of technology-loving veins that gave me Always go through, has not yet been decided in the conflict between the two brain halves, but today took me on a bike tour through the idyll of picturesque allotments and the quiet of enchanted forests into the past of railway operations. Locomotive cemetery at the current end of the Bötzowbahn at Spandauer Johannesstift in northern Berlin. There they lie, cannibalized and unnoticed, the great machines from a bygone era, and I'm glad they have no souls to bleed them. In longing photos, sensitive model train miniatures shrunk to an eighty-seventh and the comforting memories, they still live today, even if they have already died. Speaking of the good old days: at the dentist at the latest, I am always happy that the times are a little newer this year.
27 de febrero de 2021
Finally winter, as I often experience when I was a child! The severe frost pulls the pedals from under my feet and makes me a walker again on routes around Südpark and Grimnitzsee, as I last ran last summer when a broken shoulder made it impossible for me to cycle.The photos of this little tour come from the morning lap in the winter fog with enchanting hoarfrost formation and a similar lap in the early afternoon when the sun, which was already clearly warming and also giving color to the face, had long burned away the fog.
14 de febrero de 2021
- 01:398,13 km4,9 km/h60 m50 m
Today I walk south, it's a bit like vacation, because it used to be said that when you go on vacation you go south, unless you go to the North Sea, then you go north. (Amazingly, people also drove north consistently when it came to the Baltic Sea, something had gone wrong with the cardinal directions in the difficult construction of the earth; people are also extremely reluctant to talk about the West Pole or the East Pole (unless they are discussing) about politics), as if an omen was connected with it, either for oneself or for the whole world.) (That the cardinal points have lost their original orientation is also shown by the unfortunate fact that the East Frisian islands west of the North Frisian south-west, if you like it a little more pedantic, a presumably unstable state that is not likely to support the assumption of a longer-term commitment to the Earth Project.)
I am strolling through the country, the garden gnomes sitting behind bars (it finally seemed to be able to capture these figures who had run away from mythology) and small and large houses, which have sometimes come together for larger events, consists of nothing: field, forest, Meadow, sometimes a hill as a touching attempt to build a real mountain in the lowlands. Nothing, I imagine, must have been a kind of primordial physical state of the earth at the time of its construction with the wrong cardinal points. I climb such a mountain test, which is called Karolinenhöhe here, and when I get to the top I realize that it is not yet the Alps, but only the Alb that has been put down to the Swabians, miniature Alps as a replacement, which begin right after the Swabian sweeping week . The b is a soft p, and after the scandal with the cardinal points I note with satisfaction that at least geography and grammar are in harmony. The plateau of the Alb consists of fields, yellow and mowed at this time of year, and this sight is tempting to storm out into the yellow, Engelsfelde already in sight. The heaped silence of undisturbed nature is interrupted by the unsuccessful attempt of a dog owner to get his dog to the curb, and I turn around, still unnoticed by the dog and owner, because I am both afraid of untamed dogs that do not obey their owners, as well as against inappropriate owners who are unable to keep their dogs under control. (A day later, I run the roughly the same route and I meet other dogs with different owners, but who are caught up in the same frightening relationship difficulties.)So my little vacation adventure ends abruptly and I start the way home, which, up here, somewhere between my imagination of the Swabian Jura and the actuality of Karolinenhöhe, north and east, still maintain a secure relationship, leads me back to where the two hours before Vacation idea was born. My next vacation will take me into the blue, I plan, because colors are directionally neutral and therefore protected against misconduct.
4 de agosto de 2020