Biking around Lake Zug
Clearly, their moms didn't teach them in childhood that just spinning it is enough: the fluid's inertia will make a raw one spin slowly. On the other hand, when eggs are colorful, life is more fun. I think that among metrosexual hipsters it'll soon become trendy not only to shave, but also to dye, powder, and draw eyebrows on their balls.
As for Lake Zug, I got there quickly, but for some reason turned counterclockwise. I didn't want to think too hard about where and how to ride. That was a blunder. It turned out that for a good chunk of the route, the bike path is very narrow. Moreover, it runs as part of the mountain road, but on the left edge, and is separated only by markings. Meaning I was riding against the grain (or on the road on the right). The locals, of course, are in the know and ride around the lake clockwise. Things like this are hard to predict in advance. A friend told me (he rides this route often), but I didn't get that it was crucial info.
I wasn't in a hurry, since the ride was only 40km. I dropped into all sorts of places if they seemed interesting. As a result, on one of the gravel paths, there were a lot of pedestrians with dogs. The first ones I met, young girls, held back their hounds so I could pass. But the next ones, some old ladies, grumbled very unhappily in German. They signaled that I didn't belong there and should bugger off to the bike path that was visible nearby. I nodded that I understood. And still, as I passed them, I heard an unflattering "idiot". Apparently, the word is international. In my defense, I'll say that I definitely didn't see a sign saying the path was only for dog walking. I was specifically looking carefully, not wanting to get hit with a fine or yelled at, but screwed up anyway.
So I returned to my native bike path, full of retirees on e-bikes. It's cool, what can you say — health doesn't allow everyone to bomb over the hills on a regular bike at 70, but here you go.
