Sort of. Daffodils are out. Crocuses are gone. We got some sunshine and it wasn't soooo cold last weekend so we took advantage. (In the meantime, we really have had a few days of spring, but on the coming weekend, not so much. Nevertheless it's heading in the right direction.) We had an afternoon off last weekend since Christoph was visiting Mutti in the evening. Gotta go. Gotta get out. On the bikes.
It was only a couple of hours and we didn't try to race. And I started noticing the surfaces. Bremen has more kilometers of bike paths than I can count, at least a gazilllion. They're in the city and the suburbs and on busy streets and side streets and in the woods and by the river. And even on a short tour, you ride over lots of surfaces.
Some are natural. Crushed leaves or crushed stone.
A lot are paved. But hardly two are alike.
There's even a wooden bridge or two.
We went through the country and the town and the byways and highways and just before getting home had to deal with the potholes that our long cold winter left behind. And I wonder every time I see this sort of thing, why do we keep putting asphalt over the cobblestones? The asphalt gets frozen and pounded away and the cobblestones?? They stay.
But truth be told, biking over cobblestones wobbles my teeth loose.
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