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ist schon 'ne Weile her, aber wir kommen erst jetzt aus dem Urlaub zurück und da gab es echt kein Internet-Café.
Es hat saumäßig Spaß gemacht. Berlin, die Leute, das Rennen, die Parties.
Also hiermit auch von unserer Seite: DANKE SCHÖN!
An alle Organisatoren und anderen Helfer, an Jockel und Husten (geile Touren!) und alle, die gute Laune verbreitet haben.
Reiner&Antje
ist schon 'ne Weile her, aber wir kommen erst jetzt aus dem Urlaub zurück und da gab es echt kein Internet-Café.
Es hat saumäßig Spaß gemacht. Berlin, die Leute, das Rennen, die Parties.
Also hiermit auch von unserer Seite: DANKE SCHÖN!
An alle Organisatoren und anderen Helfer, an Jockel und Husten (geile Touren!) und alle, die gute Laune verbreitet haben.
Reiner&Antje
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My sausage gut and the crew have just returned from Duetschland where the Singlespeed World Championships took place. This is a scattered review of what I saw through the bottom of a liter mug.
Held in Berlin, Germany, Mr.Bloggins, myself and our ladies took an extra week to soak in all things German before the events began. Two words: Germany rocks! There are tons of museums and art galleries to get your culture on, the food is amazing unless you're an herbivore with allergies to cabbage, the transportation system kicks ass, the people were really nice and the countries' history is in-your-face real.
At some of the art museums, you can still see bullet holes in the walls and newer stone blocks where the war torn structures have been rebuilt. You can appreciate the fact that these people have endured a really tough 80 years and are proud to have moved on. Talk to any German about politics and it's likely they know more about the US political crisis we're in right now than most Americans do. Plus, they're likely to tell you exactly what they think.
The food was surprisingly diverse, as we ate some of the finest Turkish and Italian meals we've ever had, in addition to excellent local fare. If you think Germans are known for their sausage and beer, there is a good reason for that. I don't think there was one morning I didn't wake up and want a bratwurst and liter of beer for breakfast.
My lady and I took a side trip down south to Munich for a few days. Located in the state of Bavaria, this is the region of most beer consumed per capita than anywhere else in the world. Munich itself has 6 of the oldest and most established breweries in the world. It is also home to the original beergardens, which are more abundant than coffee shops in Seattle. It was such a nice place that I asked my lady to marry me outside the Lowenbrau beergarden after a couple liters and a serenade by dueling accordians. She didn't take me seriously until I flashed her the titanium ring I made before the trip. Why not 4130 you ask? Titanium is hypo allergenic. She said yes.
As for the events, our goal was to show up and make sure the lycra-clad racer geeks didn't steal the limelight. If you think the world championships implies there is a race going on that you should train for, you are partially mistaken. Kenny Bloggins and I somehow finished DFL together and are convinced we had more fun than the serious guys yelling at us to get out of the way.
Our part in the race was heckling people, including our own pink dress wearing Brother David Sunshine and the testosterone filled Mr.Horkey, as they actually finished the race. We did get one-upped by the Brits in the heckling category. Most of the time I was laughing too hard to think of anything funny to say. The "hey man, your bike is on fire" to the guys with flame paint jobs didn't get old. The "watch out for the tree at the bottom" mind trick finally got one unlucky guy, bucked him off his bike and bent his fork.
There were doping scandals as well. You see, sleeping is actually cheating. A nap could be punishable by more heckling, a full night sleep are you're not really taken seriously. Snoring loudly while being extremely passed out could get some mysterious toothbrush holders taped around your feet, as experienced by yours truly when I cheated on sleep dope one night.
In the lack of sleep category, The Brits again gave us a run for the money. There were some nights when we Surlies anhialated the competition thanks to the 24-hour Turkish food and beer stand 300 feet from the hotel. There were other nights (er, mornings) when the sun was up, they were still derbying and I went to bed while the Brits were still playing hard.
Then there was the nudity category. I, for one, didn't get naked that I remember. The Brits again, led by Shaggy's multiple nude-lap race, frequent short droppings and general disregard for staying clothed had us beat. Our Mr.Horkey got naked during the skid mark contest, only to be on-upped by some dude pulling a no-handed nude skid on a fixed gear. How do you top that? I think that guy was actually the German trackstand champion and I didn't even know there was such a thing.
Lacking in previous years SSWCs was the derby competition. The derby is basically a last person riding event where you must pummel, ram, out-trackstand or bash your opponents off their bikes. I can say we Minneapolis folk thoroughly owned the pavement that evening, as we've been in a super stealth training facility with olympic ladies weighlifters and bicycling circus bears. It practically brought a tear to my eyes seeing people get into the derby for the very first time. Thank you to all who helped destroy the hedgerow with us.
To Troy Rarick, you officially lost. But since you delegated your desires upon Mr. Ron Vommit, I would have to raise his hairy arm in victory for inspiring us all in the while-the-cat's-away-the-mice-play category. We shall duel again at Interbike.
Thanks to everybody who organized this damned thing, you Germans sure have your shit together. See you next year, wherever that may be.
My sausage gut and the crew have just returned from Duetschland where the Singlespeed World Championships took place. This is a scattered review of what I saw through the bottom of a liter mug.
Held in Berlin, Germany, Mr.Bloggins, myself and our ladies took an extra week to soak in all things German before the events began. Two words: Germany rocks! There are tons of museums and art galleries to get your culture on, the food is amazing unless you're an herbivore with allergies to cabbage, the transportation system kicks ass, the people were really nice and the countries' history is in-your-face real.
At some of the art museums, you can still see bullet holes in the walls and newer stone blocks where the war torn structures have been rebuilt. You can appreciate the fact that these people have endured a really tough 80 years and are proud to have moved on. Talk to any German about politics and it's likely they know more about the US political crisis we're in right now than most Americans do. Plus, they're likely to tell you exactly what they think.
The food was surprisingly diverse, as we ate some of the finest Turkish and Italian meals we've ever had, in addition to excellent local fare. If you think Germans are known for their sausage and beer, there is a good reason for that. I don't think there was one morning I didn't wake up and want a bratwurst and liter of beer for breakfast.
My lady and I took a side trip down south to Munich for a few days. Located in the state of Bavaria, this is the region of most beer consumed per capita than anywhere else in the world. Munich itself has 6 of the oldest and most established breweries in the world. It is also home to the original beergardens, which are more abundant than coffee shops in Seattle. It was such a nice place that I asked my lady to marry me outside the Lowenbrau beergarden after a couple liters and a serenade by dueling accordians. She didn't take me seriously until I flashed her the titanium ring I made before the trip. Why not 4130 you ask? Titanium is hypo allergenic. She said yes.
As for the events, our goal was to show up and make sure the lycra-clad racer geeks didn't steal the limelight. If you think the world championships implies there is a race going on that you should train for, you are partially mistaken. Kenny Bloggins and I somehow finished DFL together and are convinced we had more fun than the serious guys yelling at us to get out of the way.
Our part in the race was heckling people, including our own pink dress wearing Brother David Sunshine and the testosterone filled Mr.Horkey, as they actually finished the race. We did get one-upped by the Brits in the heckling category. Most of the time I was laughing too hard to think of anything funny to say. The "hey man, your bike is on fire" to the guys with flame paint jobs didn't get old. The "watch out for the tree at the bottom" mind trick finally got one unlucky guy, bucked him off his bike and bent his fork.
There were doping scandals as well. You see, sleeping is actually cheating. A nap could be punishable by more heckling, a full night sleep are you're not really taken seriously. Snoring loudly while being extremely passed out could get some mysterious toothbrush holders taped around your feet, as experienced by yours truly when I cheated on sleep dope one night.
In the lack of sleep category, The Brits again gave us a run for the money. There were some nights when we Surlies anhialated the competition thanks to the 24-hour Turkish food and beer stand 300 feet from the hotel. There were other nights (er, mornings) when the sun was up, they were still derbying and I went to bed while the Brits were still playing hard.
Then there was the nudity category. I, for one, didn't get naked that I remember. The Brits again, led by Shaggy's multiple nude-lap race, frequent short droppings and general disregard for staying clothed had us beat. Our Mr.Horkey got naked during the skid mark contest, only to be on-upped by some dude pulling a no-handed nude skid on a fixed gear. How do you top that? I think that guy was actually the German trackstand champion and I didn't even know there was such a thing.
Lacking in previous years SSWCs was the derby competition. The derby is basically a last person riding event where you must pummel, ram, out-trackstand or bash your opponents off their bikes. I can say we Minneapolis folk thoroughly owned the pavement that evening, as we've been in a super stealth training facility with olympic ladies weighlifters and bicycling circus bears. It practically brought a tear to my eyes seeing people get into the derby for the very first time. Thank you to all who helped destroy the hedgerow with us.
To Troy Rarick, you officially lost. But since you delegated your desires upon Mr. Ron Vommit, I would have to raise his hairy arm in victory for inspiring us all in the while-the-cat's-away-the-mice-play category. We shall duel again at Interbike.
Thanks to everybody who organized this damned thing, you Germans sure have your shit together. See you next year, wherever that may be.
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