Bok

Den dag jag skriver en bok kommer jag att stjäla början från boken The Rider av Tim Krabbé som börjar:
"Meyrueis, Lozére, June 26, 1977. Hot and ocercast. I take my gear out of the car and put my bike together. Tourists and locals watching from sidewalk cafés. Non-racers. The emptiness of those lives shocks me."

"Oban, August 2, 2011. Hot and ocercast. I take my compass out of the car. Tourists and locals watching from sidewalk cafés. Non-racers. The emptiness of those lives shocks me."

//Beckis