The first time I saw this what I can only call ‘thing’, close to Checkpoint Charlie, it was loaded with Irish ‘lads’ singing “Ole, Ole, Ole … we’re all part of Jackie’s army”. They were pedaling more slowly than they were drinking. I turned to see where the noise was coming from, stared, shook my head, and moved away slowly.
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