Something about freestyle doesn’t let me go. That feeling of gliding, rolling and spinning through the air so smoothly. Of shaping a skill to perfection with hundreds and thousands of tries. The sensation of tricking gravity when coasting on the slick asphalt, being connected to the ground through nothing but tiniest and most fragile touch points.
As much as I love the mountains and riding in wild nature, I will always be drawn back to the artsy, out of this world perfection of freestyle riding.
All photos by Joy Opitz taken at Tempelhofer Feld, Berlin.
Oh boy. What a trip. Imagine you flew 3000km south to escape the winter in Germany, it’s cold, raining and the house you rented turns out not to be rain proof at all. And in the middle of all this, you find yourself thinking: “This is perfect.” Because in the end, none of these things matter. When you can go on intense day trips every day, when you ride your muni through an extremely rich and diverse fauna and beautiful landscape, when you have some of the finest people with you – it doesn’t matter that you had to put on cold and wet knee pads in the morning, because they didn’t dry during the night again. Okay, a functioning rain jacket does help. But everything else is just attitude. Hail and snow where it was supposed to be sunny and dry? Bring it on! We’ll hike up the mountain anyways, carrying our unis on our shoulders, living on cereal bars and water from our plastic bladders. Because it’s just as much fun to try and ride in the snow, to learn how to slide, to impress some trail runners in extremely tight lycras and to find a perfectly flowy but technical trail in the end. Adventure is what you make it. Period.
In Berlin, you create mountains by piling the rubble of the war on top of each other. Two of them are popular spots for outdoor sports: “Teufelsberg” (Devil’s Mountain) and “Drachenberg” (Dragon’s Mountain). Last weekend, Benedikt Soja and I accepted the challenge of doing some actual mountain unicycling on what you wouldn’t even call a hill in Austria. See for yourself whether we succeeded.
After two weeks of road tripping with seven people in a very big van I am now back home, slowly realizing how great of a trip this was. Right now, my head is sorting all these memories of the most beautiful mountains and trails, endless beaches, some surfing, camp fires, falling asleep under a roof of sparkling stars, lots of sun, lots of rain, the most luxurious camping meals by Jesper, muddy unicycles, stinky gear, lots and lots of good riding. Thanks everyone for coming along, including Lutz and David. Where are we going next?