VoltI was in the woods again recently. The usual mountain bike tours are rare. 15 kilometers, 150 meters above sea level, 50 minutes. So, there is nothing that my friend Jochn will take his Ghost SL AMR 9 LC out of the shed (even mountain bikes can’t do anything for their name). So I walked into the forest and walked into a circle where every tree and root of every tree is an old acquaintance. Not much happened during this lap, what should I do?
Only once, an elderly ranger brought his green ranger Dacia into my wife, because the rangers must often drive through the forest in their rangers. I don’t know why, maybe to fulfill their forest rangers. The duty of a worker, looking for trees and animals, but not after my wife, she survived the crash with a few bruises on her body, but no injuries. Except for this episode and its happy ending, as I said, there is little to report about this small mountain bike tour. Except for the most recent day.
I rode a bicycle in front of me. In principle, I did not ride at all. In principle, the bicycle drove on a well-known route, almost autonomously. Without much self-praise, I can say that I started acting soon. Maybe it’s because of the new winter clothes I took out from the closet in mid-August, the keyword climate change. Night blue, printed with white “AG2R”, French racing team, “designed in Flanders”. You won’t believe it, but a jersey like this makes you faster. Wearing a jersey from Flanders, the cycling mecca, you can’t jog at all.
I always think about today. Until, on my mini circle, one hundred meters in front of me, I saw a toddler riding his dwarf bike-somehow, I barely approached. The boy was about ten years old, carrying a backpack, and curiously poking out a tennis racket from inside. Children and thugs may drive straight home from training. In between these two it should be mentioned that German bicycles (like other sports) have been complaining about the obvious shortage of talents for years.
Back in the forest, where I tried to surpass this toddler with amazing speed on a dwarf bike. You will understand that with an expensive mountain bike and a jersey from Flanders, with all the love of the children, you have to show your limits to a 10-year-old. So I caught up with him on the forest path, and now the path has become a slope. I tried my best and said hello with a rude greeting. The toddler relaxed. Since then, I no longer believe in the myth of lack of talent. They exist. It’s definitely cycling. Maybe tennis too.
