Ese que dijo "las bicicletas son para el verano", no vivía en Málaga, claramente.
No os dejéis engañar por los recuerdos de Verano Azul y los niños silbando sonrientes sobre sus bicis, porque no es una imagen real, es todo mentira.
En Málaga las bicicletas son para la primavera sobre todo, para el otoño y el invierno también (mientras no llueva), ¿pero para el verano? ¡Si, hombre, si!
La escena idílica de chica preciosa subida en una bicicleta preciosa también, con su falda de vuelo, sus zapatitos planos divinos, el pelo al viento y su gran sonrisa...cambia pero que bastante si le añades 38º, un sol de justicia y una ligera pendiente.
¡Hay que ver la puñetería de vivir en Portada Alta!. Portada Alta, que a aparte de ser un barrio malaguita finísimo (inserte tono irónico aquí), como su nombre indica, está en alto, lo cual es guay para ir a los sitios en bici, pero no para volver, y menos con 38º, claro.
Así que así estamos mi bici y yo (en realidad mi bici es así pero en negra, pero no me pegaba con el resto del dibujo), aprovechando estos días en los que aun no me quiero morir subiendo la cuesta del Carrefour, esforzándome por cogerla ahora que no hace mucho calor, por que en el momento en el que pasemos los 30 y pico grados, la cosa se pone fea...las bajadas de tensión, la camiseta sudaíta, la insolación, los semáforos en rojo sin ni una chispa de sombra cerca, los calambres en las piernas...mira, que lo estoy pensando y se me están quitando las ganas ya.
Que no, que no vais a convencerme, ¡las bicicletas no son para el verano aquí!
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That who said "bikes are for the summer" didn´t live in Malaga, clearly.
Do not be misled by memories of "Verano Azul" and the whistling and smiling children on their bikes, because it isn´t a real image, just all lies.
In Malaga bikes are for spring above all, for autumn and winter as well (when not raining), but for the summer? Yeah, man, yeah!
The idyllic scene of a beautiful girl riding a beautiful bike too, with her skirt flying, her flat divine shoes , flowing hair and big smile ... changes rather if you add 38 degrees, blazing sun and a slight slope.
What a misfortune it is living in Portada Alta! Portada Alta, which apart from being a fine Malaguita neighbourhood (insert ironic tone here), as its name suggests, is high, which is cool to go somewhere on a bycicle, but not to return, and less with 38 °, clear.
So here we are my bike and I (actually my bike is like this but in black, but it didn´t get on well with the rest of the picture), taking advantage of these days that even I do not want to die going up the slope of Carrefour, straining to ride it now that isn´t so hot, that at the time that we exceed the 30 degrees, it gets ugly ... blood pressure falls, T-shirt full of sweat,the heatstroke, the red light without any little shade nearby, leg cramps... look, I'm thinking on it and the urge is already removed.
No, you are not going to convince me, bikes are not for summer here!
Do not be misled by memories of "Verano Azul" and the whistling and smiling children on their bikes, because it isn´t a real image, just all lies.
In Malaga bikes are for spring above all, for autumn and winter as well (when not raining), but for the summer? Yeah, man, yeah!
The idyllic scene of a beautiful girl riding a beautiful bike too, with her skirt flying, her flat divine shoes , flowing hair and big smile ... changes rather if you add 38 degrees, blazing sun and a slight slope.
What a misfortune it is living in Portada Alta! Portada Alta, which apart from being a fine Malaguita neighbourhood (insert ironic tone here), as its name suggests, is high, which is cool to go somewhere on a bycicle, but not to return, and less with 38 °, clear.
So here we are my bike and I (actually my bike is like this but in black, but it didn´t get on well with the rest of the picture), taking advantage of these days that even I do not want to die going up the slope of Carrefour, straining to ride it now that isn´t so hot, that at the time that we exceed the 30 degrees, it gets ugly ... blood pressure falls, T-shirt full of sweat,the heatstroke, the red light without any little shade nearby, leg cramps... look, I'm thinking on it and the urge is already removed.
No, you are not going to convince me, bikes are not for summer here!
