Last Saturday, seven fine cyclist bums decided to go for a spring classic ride. The bums belonged to me, AK, Valle, Nisse, Frank, Wiking and Rob. The orange bum of AK took on the first great climb of Westmanland of approximately 3 ‰. Us rear bums chased the orange bum upon them steep hills… and sometimes, the peloton even split because of the slightly shifting effort levels as well as the chasers’ different bikes types. Eventually, the friendly bums reunited and built exquisite formations to combat the heavy front-winds… and if you were really lucky, you could get a glimpse of the face behind the bum YOU …
