This week there are two cycling competitions in my village at the countryside.
I hear the most stupid music shouting through the boxes.
the winning spirit of the riders reminds me of 'les triplettes de belleville'.
I think me and my family, we have something special with cycling.
My brother used to play millions of times with his little riders.
My father even wrote a book about it!
This summer I gave a creative week round it.
Could these legs also be cycling legs?