some good oldy

i remember i was shouting the whole album in my helmet when i was driving scooter to the riding place. it was about 50 km one way and i remember mostly the winter, when it was really frozen everywhere, when i had to wait like 30 min in the garage at "room temperature" before to go into the warm house, because else, i would just break all my fingers.

Yeah, it was also cold in France for some years ago. I made it all the way, the envy to ride was bigger than the loss of some fingers :) plus i enjoid to sing super loud. This is actually one thing that is also nice with motorbike riding, nobody hears :)