Krone

Oh you mad slither of a road, laden summer long with bikies and family cyclists and skaters and runners and walkers and even through the winter with a core group of hard experienced faces on bicycles you can see a representative of most days and times. Except when the ice is down hard and then the tarmac remains a rink long after the roads cars frequent have thawed precisely because cars do not traverse the Krone. For you, Krone, are a shared use bike path, broad and long, sweeping down between the Avus speedway (that leaves Berlin via the old Dreilinden checkpoint by ebay) and the forest, you are the flux of many a cyclist's

adventure.