The helicopter is hanging above our heads. A woman with a child waves up to the family watching at home. Motorcycles tear past, sirens wailing. And here they come, the riders. Like a vast chameleon the peloton continually changes shape and colour. Four hundred tyres sing to us. Music for a Sunday afternoon. Here they come. Here they are.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek:
‘The Man and His Bike - Jong, Wilfried de’.
Vul het onderstaande formulier in.
We zullen zo spoedig mogelijk antwoorden.
