That was close! Towards to the end of a 180km ordeal, including a severe temperature drop and hard rain, I found out what it means when a manhole cover has your name on it. While going out of the saddle, I suddenly found myself and the bike skidding over the tarmac.
Luckily, no serious injuries except ... "Road Pizza"!

Since procedures were were not disturbed, I engaged on the same 180km the following weekend. This time I was enjoying wonderful weather and all the views that make me come again and again into remote areas that once were delimited by the roman Limes.

I found myself envisioning how a young roman soldier was experiencing winter up here: Holding out in a 20x20m fort, in freezing temperatures and hard wind. Occasionally a comrade disappears while collecting firewood. Here and there a blond, bearded giant may be spotted between the shrubs. Dense forest as far as the eye can see. Very cozy! Whoever survives his tenure has a mental case and lots of stories to tell whith nobody being able to follow.
For now, I prefer getting a hot shower!

Peace

Captn Crook a.k.a. Alex