You can call it 30-årskris
I call it a new hope for the future.
I bought myself a fancy and fast bike, to bike my way to work. 30 kilometers on the saddle, twice a day. It´ll get me fit as a swiss army knife before christmas. Come rain, come hurricane. I´ll be there swearing at cars every morning at 06:30.
Your dreamer up north, T-bone.
I bought myself a fancy and fast bike, to bike my way to work. 30 kilometers on the saddle, twice a day. It´ll get me fit as a swiss army knife before christmas. Come rain, come hurricane. I´ll be there swearing at cars every morning at 06:30.
Your dreamer up north, T-bone.
3 Comments:
The bike is GOORGEOUS.
It´s the only bike in the village.
Very, very nice. Makes mine look like a Penny Farthing.
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