Bisher:
Eine Christbaumkugel und einen Schlitten.
Pierre, ich glaube wir haben den gleichen Kalender.
Gruß,
Havoc.
“When I ride my bike I feel free and happy and strong. I’m liberated from the usual nonsense of day to day life. Solid, dependable, silent, my bike is my horse, my fighter jet, my island, my friend. Together we will conquer that hill and thereafter the world”