Randos on the bike lane, waiting at a traffic light (!)
One or the other may know this feeling:
Late afternoon, the sun is shining into the window, you are struggling out of bed, shaking your head, grabbing the beer can on the bedside table, finding out that there’s only one mouthful missing, and thinking:
“what a night…”
However, very few now think about brevet cycling.
road to nowwhere
To anticipate, I do not complain: I knew the challenge, and actually I was lucky, because it remained largely dry, albeit windy and cool. The lovely Havelland was a nice start.
I was happy about the human train of the ferryman in Havelberg, who had been waiting for me for a long time, so that I could get over with the others, even though there were already several cars waiting on the other side. Dat´s de”East” …
Nevertheless, I have rarely hounded and cursed so much on a brevet, it was actually pretty nice at first, until the night cast their shadows ahead.
“It’s a long way through the villages, so be prepared,” Ingo had written, and I was also, with my salty cranberry / nut mixture, what I can eat for nights, and Mettwürstchen.
In Schnackenburg I took fried potatoes in the sun, but after that I was so chilled that I felt really bad when things went on, and the placid coffee did not change anything in the end.
Coffee: Since many brevets in Italy, I am in this unfortunate mode that I work great as soon as I get an espresso every two hours. But with the 1.control after 168km, there´s not much about coffee, particularly espresso. Dat is too “East”.
the most comfortable variation, as long as there´s no cars
So I rattled then on countless variants of the most corrosive road coverings such as jackhammer captain “wot” freezing in the night. In any case, this “Hell of the North” (why not the East?) has confirmed to me again why I drive a titanium wheel with tannus tires: everything is still there.
that mate didn´t have much fun, either, though sitting on the couch all day…
Frankly, I was so tired in Neuruppin that I was determined to wait in the gas station for the first train to Berlin, shit on the qualifying, shit on it, that there are only 70km left.
far too old for shit like that
Then I found out inside that I had the Fon with the Railway app still in the handlebar bag, and until I could catch up, the espresso (which was here at last!) had done the rest:
Finish Amstel House 07:27
I’m just an Randonneur.
And meanwhile I’m looking forward to the 600k to Kühlungsborn …
Maybe you should consider choosing the Berlin HardRockCafe as starting point of the next 400?