My first roadbike was more a accidental deal, than a real decision. Stopping by at my beloved Zweirad Stadler to buy a bike for my daughter, I went out with an all terrain for her and a Scott Speedster 50 (2015) for me. That was end of March 2015. A friend of mine was into roadcycling and introduced me into some basics so I started. At this moment I never thought I could commute Potsdam-Berlin-Mitte on a bike. Riding with cleats was clearly considered to be a suicidal thing. 100 kilometers in a single trip? Impossible. Strava? Never heard of. I was on Runtastic. Isn’t that something like this? More than one bike? Who needs this? 50km/h on two wheels? Insane. Climbing Havelchaussee in Berlin without dying? No way. By the way, who’s that Willy guy? What’s a Garmin? Climbing more than 500m? Sounds like science fiction from a galaxy far, far away. Cycling on Mallorca? Isn’t it the island where you drink beer and go giant water slides as a kid? Cycling in New Zealand? Do Hobbits have bikes? 300km on a bike? Are you nuts? Deutsche Bahn is a nightmare, but Berlin-Hamburg on a bike? Winter? That’s snowboarding season, or? Bike races? “Massensturz!” was the first thing I heard as I talked about this.
Just one year later: That. Was. So. Much. Fun.
Welcome to my blog.
{:}{:de}Mein erstes Rennrad war mehr ein Spontankauf, als eine bewußte Entscheidung.
My first roadbike was more a accidental deal, than a real decision. Stopping by at my beloved Zweirad Stadler to buy a bike for my daughter, I went out with an all terrain for her and a Scott Speedster 50 (2015) for me. That was end of March 2015. A friend of mine was into roadcycling and introduced me into some basics so I started. At this moment I never thought I could commute Potsdam-Berlin-Mitte on a bike. Riding with cleats was clearly considered to be a suicidal thing. 100 kilometers in a single trip? Impossible. Strava? Never heard of. I was on Runtastic. Isn’t that something like this? More than one bike? Who needs this? 50km/h on two wheels? Insane. Climbing Havelchaussee in Berlin without dying? No way. By the way, who’s that Willy guy? What’s a Garmin? Climbing more than 500m? Sounds like science fiction from a galaxy far, far away. Cycling on Mallorca? Isn’t it the island where you drink beer and go giant water slides as a kid? Cycling in New Zealand? Do Hobbits have bikes? 300km on a bike? Are you nuts? Deutsche Bahn is a nightmare, but Berlin-Hamburg on a bike? Winter? That’s snowboarding season, or? Bike races? “Massensturz!” was the first thing I heard as I talked about this.
Just one year later: That. Was. So. Much. Fun.
Welcome to my blog.
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