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Or otherwise said, the roadster. Or the mountain-bike, or the racer, or the old bike of grandpa. Name it whatever, I don’t care. It is a dream on two wheels.

If I can ride it, that’s what I care. And to listen the sound of the tyres on the road, this very specific k-r-r-rrrrrrr while you are pedalling (yep, I don’t mean the sound of not oiled chain )

I decided to write something about the next best friend of the man after dog – the bike.
Personally I have deep feelings towards this invention of the humanity.

Pity, but soon after it was dicovered the man is trying with big application to forget the bike’s existence – because to ride a bike you should make an effort, and the effort is just that thing most people don’t like at all and do not want to do ever if possible.

I want though. And I am riding – struggling against the non-popularity of this machine in my urban environment. (more…)

I just finished this test, and it confirmed something, that I already knew.

The sad truth is that I am desperately trying to find the balance between the work and my personal life.

Like many of you, I suppose. You wanna try the test?

This morning I was sent this:

Do you happen to know the feeling of déjà vu while watching it?

(Thank you, diva, for sending me the link).