Kind: "Mama, was ist schwarzer Humor?"
Mutter: "Siehst du den Mann ohne Hände da drüben?
Bitte ihn mal zu klatschen."
Kind: "Mama, ich bin doch blind!"
Mutter: "Genau!"
“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”