Friday, February 11, 2005

I've been getting evocative tingles of Sweden.


Six days before I left Sweden, my friends finally told me how ridiculous I looked on my bike, miserably hunched over my handlebars, and with my knees nearly reaching my chest while pedaling.

Six days before I left Sweden, I learned that not only could the bicycle seat be raised, but the handlebars as well.




Jag lÃĪngtar efter min cykel, SS. =[