As simple as it is successful: Mobility with the help of the principle of two wagon wheels mounted one behind the other is always ecological, occasionally even intoxicating – and time and again you can feel like a silent hero.
For cyclists this spring is an impertinence. Too cold, too wet, too windy. At least in and around Munich. The beloved bike, which you bought in the color “Deepest Purple” for reasons that only the therapist understands, stands around sadly and waits for the sun. On asphalt under the tires. To the whizzing. On curves. On the kick. And the long overdue trip to the Schäftlarner Klosterberg, which is so popular because the mountain is actually a small mountain.