Posts tagged ‘bike’

June 12, 2015

Vienna Air King 2015

by ada

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June 7, 2015

Vienna Air King 2015 – preview

by ada

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August 29, 2013

all that you can’t leave behind

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April 25, 2013

between the blossoms red and white

by ada

That’s my bike, Rozi, posing under a blossoming magnolia tree. She is sort of a posing kind (and I’m getting all girly with all these pink and white).

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August 5, 2012


by ada

I had free today so I took my bike, Rozi and rode down along the Salzach. I planned to visit the castle of Anif, but I got lost on the completely straight way with one turn (I never found that turn). So I did lots of fashionable mountain biking through the woods, much for the disapproval of poor Rozi, who has zero skills for such adventures (to be honest, her only skill is that she haven’t dropped into pieces yet, but I love her the way she is) (I’m blessed with the seldom gift of being able to love unconditionally).

June 22, 2012


by ada

I worked only short shift today so in the afternoon I visited the yearly book sale of the city library. That’s what I came home with.

June 4, 2012


by ada

I took this photo from under a bridge while waiting for the storm to pass by. I experienced some pretty hard storms in Holland, from the kind when you are desperately fighting your way against the tornadolike wind, icecold rain pouring cruelly on your face and soaking your clothes through; the wheels of your bike sunk into wildly flowing yellow waters of questionable origin and every meter is a new challenge, because you have to keep your eyes shut (ever tried biking blind? If not, you haven’t lived yet). You get the picture. Just the average Dutch storm in a seaside city, 360 days per year.

Well, this storm of yesterday was comparable to any Dutch storms I ever had the pleasure of making through on the bike.

May 6, 2012


by ada

Meet my new bike, Rozi, posing picturesquely against the Salzburger Altstadt. Normally I’m not for giving names to my possessions; I belong to that disappointingly practical sort of people who think that bikes are bikes and nothing more, but once I knew a bike called Rozi that looked very similar to the one I bought today. So, for the first time in my personal history, my bike also has a name (and a personality, I guess).

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