A friend called me this morning if I liked to go out mountain biking. He knew a great route. It was in Putte, just over the border in Belgium. At least we thought. Luckily I had a GPS, telling me there were three places called Putte. Of course it was the one farrest away, between Mechelen and Bruxelles. It was a great route. This is the only picture with my Mudman I think (I'm sorry, it's hardly noticable).
OMG, Jeff C was right, They are after my G all the time (check shirt).
I couldn't find these on the road:
but this guy was pretty curious...