|The trusty steel Ritchey that I keep in Berlin|
Thursday night I took the family to a small Italian restaurant around the corner from where my brother, Bux, lives. With us were (from the right) Andrea, my dad, Dennis, Jannick, and Bux; Gabi (Bux' first wife and Dennis' mom) took the photo.
|Die ganze Familie|
|Jannick helps "Opa" walk home|
|Der Herr Professor in Jena|
|Church in Freising|
I've been traveling with my other Ritchey (yes, I have the one in Berlin and the one I generally travel with) and we've been pedaling a few miles to various destinations. While you might think that the ubiquitous Biergarten is my favorite destination, I do have to say that yesterday's stop-over at the Badeweiher was quite the experience. The Badeweiher is a former gravel pit, of which there are dozens still in operation around the area. Once all the gravel has been mined, the hole fills up with naturally percolating groundwater and—voilà—a new swimhole has been formed. Germans are not too finicky when it comes to stripping down and hopping into the dink, and since only retirees and Beamte (those in public service) never seem to work, a whole bunch of hanging boobs, flabby butts, and other drooping appendages could be observed on the shore closest to the road. So we locked up our bikes and mingled with the natives. The swim was wonderfully refreshing!
|Small roads, little traffic, easy rolling|
|Sabine debones the trout|
|Now, that's a beer!|