Don’t be fooled by my hometown’s name Senftenberg. No bergs anywhere near.
Dad announced over breakfast that he had a surprise for me and after lunch we packed the bike and Mum and headed for Kamenz, a town about 40 km from Senftenberg.
We stopped at a big and very well equipped bike shop and I thought that this was my surprise. Nice chat about the local club, the local bunch rides (shame it’s too far from home to join them), the Lausitz Cup and other road races throughout the year and I was able to drool over all the winter gear from Assos and Gore and some other brands that I only admired and read about in magazines so far.
After coffee and … ahem … two pieces of cake: Black and red currant with cocos crumbles and plum with huge butter crumbles, I quickly got changed into bike gear for my 40 km ride home (which surely did not burn the bergs of cakes I ate but I swear I haven’t gained any weight, yet).
But wait! My surprise first: the Hutberg! In contrast with Senftenberg, the Hutberg in Kamenz is indeed a berg, not a huge one but a steep one. 23 % gradient at the steepest section, a gradient that I wasn’t too proud to walk during our Phuket holiday last year. Guess what? 23% are a piece of cake (another one!?) with a compact groupset and an 11 – 28 cassette!
The ride home was flat like a pancake but I rode tempo all the way and arrived in Senftenberg just in time to enjoy a marvellous sunset. And Dad was happy and proud that I liked his berg surprise.