- 2020-06-24 23:21:10+02:00
Oh you mad slither of a road, summer laden with bikies and family cyclists and skaters and runners and walkers, Even through the winter you bear a core group of hard experienced faces on bicycles most days and times. Except when the ice is down hard. Then the tarmac remains a rink long after the roads that cars frequent have thawed. Because cars do not traverse you. For you, Krone, are a bike path, broad and long, sweeping down between the Avus speedway (that leaves Berlin via the old Dreilinden checkpoint by the ebay building) and the forest. You are the flux of many a cycling adventure.