The first time I ever went to Copenhagen was to meet up with an ex-girlfriend of mine.
As I waited around at the main train terminal for her to pick me up, I swear to gods I must have fallen in love at least a dozen times in five minutes.
It was also that fated trip that layed the first kernels of my now bicycular infatuation:
A courier there was building his new bike, and he was thinking of using just one gear. "Crazy," said I...
The first time I ever went to Copenhagen was to meet up with an ex-girlfriend of mine.
As I waited around at the main train terminal for her to pick me up, I swear to gods I must have fallen in love at least a dozen times in five minutes.
It was also that fated trip that layed the first kernels of my now bicycular infatuation:
A courier there was building his new bike, and he was thinking of using just one gear. "Crazy," said I...