After 3000 Kilometer, I feel it is time to describe the one side to our ride we have not mentioned at all. The ride. Johann wrote about the difficulties of the mind to actually grasp the distance we have put behind us. But how does the road feel? How does the bike feel? It carries us and however it is mentioned the least. What is the one essential thing besides the 2-wheeled mobile that carries us 10000 kilometers from place A to place B? Right. The Street. Does rubber smell when it’s burned by the break? How does my hand react to 8-10 hours of gripping on to one handle bar? Be it a path, be it turf, grass, asphalt, rubber ground or sand. Riding it embodies an indescribable feeling. Here you have an attempt of grasping the road.
What does riding the bike feel like?
On a sunny Saturday I usually go out to Mauerpark and shoot some Baskets. Or I head over to Badeschiff with my Bike. Swimming tronks underneath my shorts. But it has never occured to me to continue and ride all the way to Grünau or Liepnitzsee to visit the lake side. Riding my bike a little further I found out that the only thing that stopped me from doing this was myself. We made a little shooting for the Kick-off Video at Mauerpark the week before we took off on that notorious Sunday in April. And we couldn’t have known where all this would take us. Nor would it had made sense. Now we are in Aksaray. We know that some of the doubts we had were understandable but have turned out not to be true.