Had a blast on today's trip around the city of Chaniá/Crete. When I'm in foreign places I usually look around me if I can spot a nice bike or so. The reason why is, i love bikes and i love stories. So what I'm trying to say is that for me, bikes of cities I don't know, tell stories about its narrow streets and people they met in they respective short lives. People that have had "ridden" those bikes and how well they treated them.. it's like first raindrop on a dry road. It has that smell of life. It has a kind of soul.