It's called a "Hurricane". It's awesome. It's very heavy. The endbar whisltes when you ride fast. As someone once said, [insert book title here].
Anyway, after we got Dr. Andy on his bike, and had an innertube replaced on my loaner, we set off. There are a ton of bike trails in the Pfalz (and probably in Saarland, too, which is right nearby, and probably also in France, which is also not so far away), and they're absurdly well-marked, and fun to ride. Our particular choice took us from Landstuhl to Ramstein, home of enormous airplanes and in-transit NATO soldiers and probably a lot of other people and stuff. On our way there, we saw a family of deer. From Ramstein we followed a path that took us mostly along railroad tracks, through a valley that eventually led us to Kusel, where we sat under a tree and admired the Rathaus (and its bells), while drinking Germany's gift to the world:
It was a very hot day (30+ Centigrade Degrees). Andy discovered the joys of cycling, and wondered why he'd waited so long to buy a bike. He also discovered that when you're not used to riding a bike, your legs, shoulders and back get really sore. He also discovered that going up hills takes a lot of work. Here are our tired bikes, strapped into the Regional Bahn, which takes almost as long to get from Kusel to Landstuhl as the average new cyclist:
Did somebody say Rammstein?
UPDATE! Here's a video of the last round of the Rathaus bells: