I slept with Harlan Price

Don't believe me? Today was the big travel day. Not only was the flight never-ending, I couldn't fall asleep either. I landed in Frankfurt with ehh, maybe two full hours of shut-eye before pileing into a Eurovan and driving three more hours to Kirchzarten.

Bikes freshly assembled, we took a short spin on the bike paths of Freiburg. Man, bikes are big here. Everyone rides a bike. They own the roads.

We're being put up at a small bike hostel right in town. The place is small with limited/nearly insufficient utilities. Take your hands and make two fists. Now fist bump yourself, in front of your chest. Your elbows would now be touching both sides of the shower. I guess it adds to the culture.
The Aaron Snyder Signature Edition bottle collection.

With all this down time, my posts should be frequent.