Carrera de bicicletas

In a city with epic hills, the last thing you'd expect is for the population to get around by bike. However, given how eco-biodegradable-organic everything and everyone is around here, nothing less could be expected, and of course, there are plenty of bikes. But of course, no one has just any bike, no, almost all of them are racing bikes (which just thinking about it gives my honorable rear end pain) and they are usually painted, personalized, polished, loved.

I pay a lot of attention because in Madrid I get around by bike, and I envy the lanes they have here and the respect from cars and pedestrians. Another day I'll introduce you to my bike, I adore it, it's red, foldable, and all it needs is to be named to be perfect. I thought of calling it La Furia, La Roja, or La Madre que parió a Iker Casillas, but seeing as I was caught up in World Cup fever, I preferred to wait and name it after my vacation. If you have any good name ideas, I'm open to suggestions. Here, however, we've had to settle for renting some mountain bikes, ugh, ugly as sin, but I have to admit that the countless gears and sprockets are useful with the little hills around here.

And you, how do you get around? By car with the music blasting? Do you risk your life on a motorcycle? Are you one of the crazy ones with bikes? Or do you have no choice but to share smells on public transport?

Hugs,
The Countess who glared at the Chinese guy who wanted to pawn a bike helmet on her when renting... me wearing THAT? Are you crazy?