Freedom of movement. The smell of the forest. Caress of the wind. The slight tension of the muscles. The exhausting climb of the mountain. I drive through the forest with my mind free and feel very well. It is a liberating, generous feeling of getting lost in time. I am less than 15 minutes away from my home. There is only one downhill route and then I am home. Slightly exhausted and very satisfied.Read More »
My first encounter with a mountain bike was years ago. A friend of mine borrowed one to me and we went for a bike tour together. After a short time I silently cursed the vehicle. It was terribly uncomfortable!! The saddle reminded me of a torture instrument and I did not know how to get out of this predicament. I could not sit without pain and to continue biking while standing was very tiring. It was terrible. Read More »
Our single neighbour, who has a lot of good-looking girl friends, changing on an annual basis, has bought a Porsche. I thought that this has to do with his age. And he insisted to present me the special features of his car. The sport seats are not really comfortable, getting moderately elegant in and out of this low car is only possible in trousers and flat shoes. Inside it is loud when driving and one can feel the pavement. Read More »
Michaela Merz 