Martin

forget something?

Today I was at home again for a long time. From the bedroom to the bathroom, kitchen, another bathroom, hall, shed and then on the bike and in the mountains. And then the hamster starts hobbling. There are not mountains here. At least not near. So what to do? You take all the hills nearby and stack them on top of each other or you drive the 30-meter-high mountain chain, called Sohlener mountains, eighty-two times high and then down. So many small trails in such a small space, just wonderful. Was the first time there, others will surely follow.
And who has conjured this little downhill track in the forest, with all the steep turns and jumps, respect. That's a secret, though I'm not sure that's legal. So do not tell me around.
What else is there? Bike is completely eingesaut again, got more than me. That's how it should be. It is allowed in the tub with it.

Today, at the request of a single person, despite adverse conditions, there was a speed cross race against the tides. In one corner, the Challenger, me and my little Asphalt Bee, and in the other corner, the invincible Champions Wind and Rain. Despite banana, I lost. Now some think, why banana? Of course I ate that, and shortly before, what else? And why lost? I got wet twice and was blown down again by wind gusts of 300 km / h. They were also so unfavorable from the front that I have missed my targeted average speed 24 kmh far. There was something positive. The sand of the savannah between the tire profiles was washed away, bike relatively clean, now everything sticks to me and the clothes. The loser is taking a shower now.

I was alone today. All alone. Alone with Mother Nature. Alone with me and Uschi, my bike. Unbelievable how diverse this Dutch nature is. Sometimes you might think you are in the savanna of Africa, and two turns later you are in the dense forests of northern Europe. Today, anything could have happened, be hunted by lions or cheetahs in the savannah, be kissed by moose in Sweden or landed in the toadstool in Holland with the face in the fly agaric and gnawed and swallowed in shock. Everything possible, but only in my imagination. Because, I was alone, all alone. Alone with me and nature.

is this a biker park? Are so horny single trails.

Normally one gets older. It's different with me. In old age you will usually be more careful. It's different with me.
As you get older you become more anxious. It's different with me.I think I'm in a testing phase right now. I test what the old body can do, and what the mind still trusts.
Physically there was a lot more in it today, only the ghost has come in between, not my dear again. Border reached.It went downhill, single trail, roots, stones, serpentines. That's where I lay down today. Nothing happens except a few scratches on the leg. The bike is fine too. So I thought that was pretty hairy. When others do that, it always looks so easy. I just do not have the exercise. But you do not have to overdo it.Otherwise, the resin is really great to drive. Endless paths through nature, the smell of fresh wood, wonderful.

When I look at the map, it reminds me of earlier, when I painted my first pictures as a toddler five years ago.The Doberg has a lot to offer despite its small area. Slopes, narrow and winding trails, descents.

That was a very small tour today. When I came out of the woods with my daughter and she saw the thick clouds, she wanted to go home as soon as possible. There is still a lack of adventure.

End in the field or how to scrap an E-MTB.I can puke. This is not because of the many alcohol I have not drunk, but on the broken bike.
I dared to get out of it despite the heat. Had a nice track rausgesucht and everything went great until 18 km. Then I should the mountain high, forest floor with many loose stones about 10cm tall. After 5 meters there was a blow behind and the wheel blocked. I jumped off and then I saw the misfortune. The arm where the Umlenkzahnräder sit on the circuit, stuck between the spokes (penultimate picture). I have no idea how to do that. No tree, no branch, no big stones.
15 km to the car, no cell phone reception and a wheel that does not turn anymore. I can puke.