Bike in Bed

According to my former flat mate Basti a bike is much more than one of the means of transportation. His bikes usually stay in his bedroom. For me - well, I had no love-hate but merely a hate-hate relationship with my last bike - it always broke down when I did need it most and expected it least. There were several times when it was damaged while I left it outside the house and I spent not less than 4 times the money I needed to buy it for several repairs. It had one good side - I could park it wherever I wanted to without the slightest possibility that it could have been stolen. But this fucking immobility had to change: I went to 1000 Räder and bought a new one! Now this one is definitely a "he" and I immediately fell in love with him. So, well, I did offer the bedroom, but decided that I'm gonna sleep somewhere as well. So "he"'ll stay in our library for the next couple of days. Our first drive went from my home to Markthalle and back. Man, the saddle needs getting used to, but the drive itself was as smooth as it could have been. Here's the first glimpse on my new marvel: Please be so kind and report if you see evil hands working on it, 'kay?!