Frank the Potter

My mate, Frank the Potter, descended on his mountain bike from the depths of the Hünsruck hinterlands the other day to inspect the Bionic Leg and incent me in joining him in sampling the delights of the fleshpots of Bad Kreuznach.

Pretty tame evening, actually - leisurely stroll (constrained by the speed of the resident quadruped) around the Parc Fermë of the Tulpen Rally and then on to a bar next to the river for a couple of beers and a pizza for Frank and a couple of apple juice spritzers for me.

Good guy is Frank, that's for sure.