The girl who lived in this apartment before me left me a bike. A free bike in Germany is the jackpot. Since nearly everyone rides one, they’re pretty pricey. Thankfully, I only had to pay 60 euro to get the sprocket fixed (and I learned a new word in the process, thanks to my man’s-man neighbor) and now I’m living the German life. I bike the half hour round trip to and from school most days (unless its raining) and I’m saving money on a monthly train pass, as well as saving my figure from all the German beer I’ve been enjoying.
Unfortunately it’s a mountain bike, so there’s no basket for my groceries. But it does have a bell which I’m prepared to use on anyone walking in the bike lane.
When that happens, then I’ll be a real German.