I arrived at the most busy place of Brezhnev and Honecker kissing. Even though it was early there was already a crowd taking pictures. So I took a picture of the wall no one was at but then I saw the crowd was done so I moved to take another picture of the kissing guys because it is the most famous mural there.
As soon as I turned from placing my bike a man with a camera and in a slightly panicked voice asks: Excuse me sir are you going to leave your bicycle there. I said no I'm just taking a picture and he said That's great.
That's it end of story.
Gross.
In many many years riding on the road, ~6-8k miles a year.
Never a minute not in physical contact with the bike.
For pit stops, the bike went into the washroom with me.
For stops on century rides, I’d sit next to the bike.
In bad weather, it is rollers inside my house or spinning.
Most of my bikes used eggbeater pedals, my friends’ claim are theft-proof?
This looks like a Townie! I bought my Townie in Tel Aviv and enjoyed riding it just about everywhere.
At one point I would at times have a child on the front bars in a front bar seat, a child in the back in the back bar seat, and groceries hanging all over. I had to replace the hubs at one point - I simply wore that bike out.
Locked as always with my Kryptonite “New York Lock,” it took me just about everywhere.
With that and my speed-demon Lemond Alpe d’Huez-105 and steel Bottecchis-DuraAce, the world was my oyster.