// This year the winter arrived early and hard. The streets are unpredictably black iced and dangerous. Nothing to sweep along on road bike wheels. But the forrest grips well as always with it’s atmosphere, it’s just too cold after 2 hours. So I found a pretty nice and brand new old school mountain bike. It got spike tires for rolling on predictable ice and returning home in time. The levels of noise and colors fade into subtleties senses enjoy with old instincts that come to life in time lapse with every tree they pass ..
The bike is called > Newbird > // > oBo >