Something is wrong somewhere in our town of Solothurn: the oldest town in Switzerland discovered and developed by the Romans and then known as Solodorum. Later it became a center of the baroque and our streets and buildings have remained with the old style. We have cobblestones to match the original town. Here is the St. Urs cathedral looming over everything and now something does not match.
As I wheeled into town this afternoon I realised that something was happening. There were tents resembling those that the saracens used during their crusades at the beginning of the centuary. Not just one group of tents but they were everywhere and there were men assembling more. Had our town been taken over?
I met a gentleman on my way and he said that it seems we were being taken over, and explained that next week-end are the biker days. For two days our town will be occupied by the bikes. Everywhere I looked they were constructing slopes and ramps.
It seems that my camera and I will be busy next week-end taking photos of our biker invasion. I am not yet sure whether they will be the speedy bikes or the heavy noisy bikes. I wonder if I can take part in the biker programme with my wheelchair. I could perhaps tune up the motor to speed along faster than my normal 10 kph.