Next morning, when we return from our campsite in Switzerland to hire a bike there is some bad luck in store. The ladies bike is there but the only children’s bike that is still available is not my size. No problem, the station officer says. Father Priest at the opposite side of the station always has some bikes for rent for Swiss campsites guests. When we knock on the door, the priest answers in his full vestments. He looks as if he just had the visit from the Pope. As we expected we hear a bilingual mix as we inform after a men’s bike for rent. “Ein Fahrrad? Naturellement, monsieur. Moment mal,” is the answer in style. He points at the garage door of the presbytery, next to the Swiss campsite. If we could wait there for a minute. We wait at least for fifteen minutes when the door finally opens. Out comes a man in a dirty overall and a muddy gents bike. Only when he starts talking it becomes clear to us that it is the priest himself. Especially for me this man has changed his church outfit into a working man’s overall, and he starts cleaning the bike. After a few moments I tell him the bike is clean enough for me. He takes his rag and cleans the brakes and handles before overlooking the bike with a professional view. What a service! Wait till I tell this to my local bikeshop at home.