Actually, Captain Aalbörner had already taken his seat on the Pirate afterdeck with his age division, in order to behold the evening sun over all his successful raids, while drinking red, 1489er Tortuga wine with a milkmaid with 34 DD cast-bronze. Actually, until top buccaneer Ron sent a dead carrier pigeon to Hannover by catapult……………

However, …… when Don Karrasch de Grande Macho di Canonenthal faces the island guilleros, old companions from countless battles can't bear to watch. So tonight we went down into the storage room, opened the old trunks and dusted off the PIRATE Bike Crew gear and reached the master of fast reservations Don Thomaso Fehrs in the Trendorado over field telephone. He is now, at 8am, waiting at the field airport of Fuerteventura to take the landing Captain to Corralejo with full sails, where he will take his suitcases straight to the starting line. Just like old times, fall out of the bar and then kick some ass (metaphorical ass). Oh well, the word is out to collect your helmets, as long as our legs carry us we go at full speed, until our lungs applaud us…

Robert, you are not alone (as long as I'm not flashed during the transport from the airport).

Chain to the right………..get the goats off the roads and ring the bells,

Käpt`n Aalbörner