I am a biker.. hell biker. A hell biker, with a heart. Yes and with care. I am a rowdy hell biker with heart and care. I can be that romantic bicycle girl at the country side and your worst rolling nightmare. Depends on how you meet me. I am cycling for 2 years now in Berlin. Great fun and more dangerous than jumping from train to train. My bike is like… a red dream. Perfectly equipped and super fit. Thats what the police officer said today. “Super bike, Miss, great condition… but you drove on the pavement. Thats not allowed, 5€ or go directly in to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200.” : ( I was so perplex, all those mean insults came, when I arrived at home. Never happened before.
You need to know, that corner is like hell corner. Gets cut every day. Even as I left those short dick police officers, I almost got hit by a car. Like every day. Thats why I drive on the pavement. Am I bad? Am I dangerous for doing so? I never injured pedestrians, never drove over dogs, cats, birds, not even snails. I am slow, smiling and my bike bell sounds like a shy blossom in spring. It does! So what’s the problem? Better forcing all bikers on the street for “natural selection”? I do not understand!
I hope my 5 Euro will be saved for a new bike trail around this area or I kick off a street lantern soon. I paid for it!