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I alway wonder what kind of person can throw the cigarette’s end or his junk food’s packings wherever it is. Just like that.

To give my contribution to this day, I appeal to everyone:

Please, throw your odds and ends only where they belongs!

Keep the chocolate or chips packing with you till the next recycle bin.

One waste matter less. One more clean view.

While lingering in YouTube last weekend and admiring Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Ginger Rogers and Cyd Charisse, I suddenly found Clayton Bates.

If you like, you can read more about him here. The man is a true inspiration.
Watch him, I have nothing more to say.

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).