There was the middle of the Friday before last weekend when I felt that I was completely worked out. So I went downstairs to the street, unlocked guard chain, unveiled the “Eight Ball”, then put the rucksack on my back and rode out the city. I had to ride some 250 km in one direction, half of which was in extremely disgusting condition. Under “extremely disgusting ” I mean that particular condition of a road pawing, when both of your bike’s wheels are in air with enviable consistency.
I had some idea to shoot that road and tell you about how good to have working suspensions and high profiled tires. But sun was shining and surrounding views were so pleasant to eye and heart, that I decided to shoot them instead.
And here they are: