"What was that?" - Incredulous whisper.
"A rocket?" - Open mouths, twisted necks.
"A carbon-flash?" "A man-machine clone?" - That, and much more, so the building walkers and kite flyers last Sunday have been asking when I was with my friend in Berlin Olli the tarmac of Tempelhof Airport - have tested - is now a public park.

Ready for Take-Off, it was said, I go to link below for purely kick. The runway in front of me, a grand backdrop, priceless, unique: Who is not a pilot himself, is able to enjoy such a sight rarely.
Even more so because most glorious autumn weather prevails in Berlin: A great shining sky, the skyline silvery. Perfect!
gear in and go!

Logical. Recumbents, moreover, such a deep, speed-optimized as that of Olli, moreover, one that directs the air stream optimized perfectly through the rear panel without braking the vehicle by turbulence, are nunmal faster.
But so fast??

Okay, slight headwind, the takeoff and landing path of THF increases slightly.
tired legs.
48th Not bad.
But then. Slowly. Then faster. And a short time later only be seen as a small point, speeds up the recumbent bike. Moves steadily away. Uncatchable, no chance!

burns like me, the whole body. Let me crank the rest of the runway to the terminal. Olli turns even the second small square round.
After the large outdoor lap on the brand new asphalt Baby I'm just exhausted.
Olli suggests, perhaps "turn a few laps inside."
I suggest that I buy him a hot tea.

Well done!
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