Since we decided to burn fast pace to reach Filkinom relative

In the dead of night, in the early hours of Thursday on a fall, in a dull time when I feel that it would be healthier if I was already in bed, I'm struck by the keyboard remembering the summer. And better that I did it now (actually it would be better and much earlier), because aging memories begin to slowly wasting pictures, shades ... In fact I know it would be great during some of his jelte-beloved event we have a notebook / diary in which to scribblers and as dnevničio, but how am I messy, clumsy and unsystematic, it almost never do. The camera we essentially remain the only reminder of what happened, and his glory! I could dictaphone and start using it, it's great when lazy like me wants dnevničit. So wrapped in a blanket, while the outer Celsius but slowly became single digit, and the leaves on the trees have completely zašarenilo; I listen torrent freshly downloaded music and remember the warm, long, carefree, biciklirajućeg, ludirajućeg summer. That time when everyone was almost bare, most of them do not work, and that same most rapidly increases the tendency joke and zgubidanjenju the very same age that in this time of rapid cooling at a time so as it was once upon a time (at least to me) and that they will not so almost come again.
I might note that nostalgia are colored a little story, but I still can not see why it would be bad, so let's go: The skeleton of the story is clear from the title: krozBosnu've been going Namor. The following are other details: - I did not go (thanks Satan!) Than the diagram of a girl who suffers buffet warmer from me for years. - We went from Zagreb and we went biking. - ... It's not me or her first time to do such a thing, buffet warmer but never was the same version / philosophy times. This time we burned the shortest route to the village where's my Homeland didovina (a village buffet warmer near Busko Blato - BH, Canton X, Tomislavgrad - close gr.prelaza Aržano and Kamensko), and on to her village on the River, buffet warmer below Zadvarja; buffet warmer pičeći accelerated pace as it was new as never before otpičila 100 kilometers in one day. Days before the trip, the weather was crappy - rain, variable, and no rotting and no person who has not advised us not to go. Of course we are talking to us people who are intergalactic cycling authorities, like my mom (who was only recently, at the threshold of fifty, she discovered the magic of the abundance of speed that she pedaled her dodućansko years offered) and Filkina mom (who is not prone to retaining views on bicycles with speeds for fear something might accidentally broke), as well as assembly grandmother, neighbors buffet warmer and other peers of the same or similar knowledge of cycle tourism issues as the above mentioned buffet warmer duo mothers. Since the FILKO the nervousness acted, and why me unless stated grandmother buffet warmer and she began ic nerves (as I do it), there has been a power for which we were the night before the trip managed to alienate well ... What, exactly, we popičkarali, so we did not sleep very little, and to make things even sweeter, I was able to (semi) illing, so the morning was not safe oćemol buffet warmer 'dićemol' and KADC.
Depressed and fucked before morning I was ready to leave, I come like them simply # # all, even if I coughed through the lungs ... but somehow the morning was nice and we both save on speed bikes (of course there were some more details for prišarafit / can sort) and as usual started late. As usual, we at Maksimir dopumpali tires at the gas, as usual astonished neighbors with an answer to the question "di you" (he was returning home from a night shift), and as usual forgot all goddamned thing and felt good as soon as we provrtili ten kilometers, which is enough only to go through the center, from my exotic neighborhood. Polubolesnost we manifested so I did not feel faint or shaky, but I drooled buffet warmer like cow cunt and coughs alien forms and colors. But, I was hoping that I would (if you keep an eye) cycling even accelerate the healing process of expectoration, which I think was true, because I was somewhere the other day, after Bihac feel healed. And so we are in spite of adversity and diplomatic kontralobiranju our ciklodušmana, however, embarked on a path that began familiar rhythm, although every trip so far been quite different, and even what the equipment concerned. Therefore, turn to look back on this subject on Dropbike-in-chief still what drives (bad)?
Since we decided to burn fast pace to reach Filkinom relative's wedding in a village along the river Cetina, Zadvarja end, we adjust the setup so that both of us to be approximately the same hard drive. Fortunately, although lower than me, a woman I was a gangling, and with a little tuning can ride the same bikes; so she ended up on my Kona Jake - fine robust Specialised which is the soul made for long rides on bad roads. But, due to fragile items from mountain and thinner tires (perfect Schwalbe Marathon Supreme), all that and name it, you can not load the bike hard, nor would it have the heart to do it, so it additionally burdened buffet warmer only one bag on the steering wheel, one oversize bag under SICEM and two bottles of