Sommar The third step, a leap in the air The engine is humming no more than a couple of meters to my left, and far below me lies Germany. In less than three hours I will be in Nice, in the sun and in the warmth. The bike is prepped, helmets packed and on my feet are a brand
Sommar Shafbergspitze, it can be lonely at the top. Maps can be studied, routes can be memorised and directions can be given. Usually this preparation results in well executed tours and a general sense of agreement between map and reality. This time however, I managed to screw up even though the preparations were dare I say german in their
Sommar Pedalling on hallowed ground, the Stelvio -It's a long climb, a classic, has 48 switchbacks. Do you want to do it? -Is it the Stelvio? Of course I want! And the next morning, there we are. Unloading the bikes in Prato, at the base of one of the most famous mountain passes in the