Born for biking

These days, I like to bike down to the riverside of the Danube, find a nice and quiet spot next to the water and sit down with a book to r...

My bike is in my cellar. It is waning away in a drab life between flowerpots and nails (I hope the nails stay away from the tires). Come spr...

There are odd, cyclist-hating people running around these days. Yesterday, I was cycling home from work, taking a different route to stop ...

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And here they came. I knew there was something wrong with not sweating like hell at 30 degrees on a bike. Today, the last 500 metres, I was ...