aankomst maken

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?


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