values female readers, I must disappoint you. What follows is not about the imperial monarchy, that is, Sissi, but even more from the bike. Thanks to the Tour de France, Cancellara after all, a highly topical issue.
The memories of my "bike career start with the bike of my" real "father, equipped with a Sitzli on the cross bar and small foot grids. On trips I can not remember a peculiar way.
the end of the school I bought a used savings from the Raleigh sports bike. "Sport" was only the straight handlebars. A Oelkasten provided a decent Weight, then usual 3-course translation should take the slopes of the little terror.
order to escape her stepfather, I am on Sunday morning, each got around Herrgotsfrühe, sneaked out of the apartment and cycled around until about noon in the area. The local plans of Schwarzburg and Riggisberg I would now draw from the head can. That could be it sports, training, came to me not to mind.
only correct bike tour with a school friend of the Jaun Pass.
During the holidays the first year of training, bag and baggage via Hauenstein Alsace and Basel (see story from 1.4.2010). Exits in the Vosges. Time of the Tour de France. My Cousin Louison Bobet was and Jean Robic, and I for Kuebler Koblet, flat, K. and K.
ride home. Vollbepakt start at dawn. Via Belfort, French Jura, Neuchâtel and Vue des Alpes to Berne. Afternoon in the lake. Heiss. Great thirst. Terrace of a restaurant. Without knowing the consequences of drinking beer. Limp legs and storm head on the rest of the way, especially at Gümmenenstutz. After 230 km tired and proud at home.
rusted in the sixties, the bike in the basement quietly to himself. Finally, for a bottle of brandy a farmer in Siselen "sold".
From the early seventies, only office work. The quarter hour Walk into the office soon became bored again. Occasion-bike purchased. At that time, only cars and highways were something. Was an exotic, far and wide for years one of the few cyclists. Only to work, no bike tours.
1983, a colleague Sport (Cross Country, Marathon) announced its participation in the first Ironman Triathlon in Zurich. Now he spins but totally! (Horror pictures Ironman in Hawaii were then in the eyes of all). He never stops by, we must! To not "useless" to spend the day, I signed up for the parallel offered third distance. The 60km bike course might be addressed without a road bike. Big surprise. Our colleague, the Iron Men and Iron Women trotted all satisfied and happy at the finish line. We were very impressed. I can do it next year too! In the spring of purchase of the first racing bikes and with it the start of the race-bike stage of life. Because this story slowly demanded a dramatic climax and at the same time I can do my pride enough, it should be mentioned that Eva and myself in 1986 Ironman Triathlon in Hawaii together successfully completed. Eva still normal with a ladies bike because it was still under inhibitions, driving around with a men's bike and still with a "so stupid, funny" racing bike handlebars. After all, we dismantled the aprons, the Dynamo and the wheels provided them with lighter tires. The tabloid press ran the headline: "Eva, the sportiest Grosi Switzerland".
followed cycling tours in America, Australia, Asia, and of course in Europe. So also in the Pyrenees last week, and with seven like-minded people in the French Alps. Tour de France broadcasts are even more interesting. "Attention, then now is the sharp right turn just before the Alpe d'Huez, let's see if the have to go out of the saddle!"
end of the story, to find that the Plagieren an end.
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