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jj, toto som mal rozpisane, prebil si ma ...

ps,edit: dajte niekto iny odpoveď na mna, takto to vyzerá, ze úroveň 4 je maximalna (resp pri nej sa uz dalej vizualne nevnara a mezmensuje okno, iba nasipke na koho odpovedas je vidiet 'strom')

tak pridam aspom chybovu hlasku, pri tomto testingu

THE GREAT AND GLORIOUS CHRONICLES OF THE SILLY BICYCLES OF BICYCLOPOLIS

In the wobbling, gear-grinding land of Bicyclopolis, where even the clouds commute on tiny pedal-powered puff-cycles, the bicycles have developed an unusual habit: they insist on behaving like very dramatic, very theatrical vegetables. No one knows why. Some think it began when a touring bike accidentally rolled through a Shakespeare festival; others blame a rogue unicycle who once tried to recite poetry to a basket of cabbages. Regardless, the bicycles of Bicyclopolis have become the silliest, chattiest, most melodramatic machines to ever spin their spokes.

Every morning, the bicycles gather in the Grand Roundabout—a circular plaza specifically designed to make tourists dizzy—and start their ritual warm-up routine. This involves squeaking loudly, loosening their handlebars with exaggerated yawns, and then doing synchronized rotations, chanting, “SPIN! SPIN! SPIN! FOR THE WIN! WIN! WIN!” The chants are sometimes off-key, sometimes alarming, but always enthusiastic. The townsfolk merely shrug; this is normal here.

One particular bicycle, Sir Wobbleworth the Third, claims to be the noblest road bike ever crafted. He wears an old scarf tied around his seat post and insists on greeting everyone with, “Good morrow, pedestrian! Kindly admire my superior aerodynamics!” Sir Wobbleworth boasts spokes so shiny the sun complains about the competition. Despite this, he has a disturbing habit of tipping over anytime someone compliments him. His pride is strong, but his balance is not.

Near Sir Wobbleworth resides a mountain bike named Chunky Tires O’Thunder, whose tires are so chunky they double as emergency trampolines for passing children. Chunky Tires O’Thunder dreams of climbing actual mountains, but since Bicyclopolis is entirely flat, he spends his days climbing stacks of pamphlets about mountains instead. He proclaims, “One day I shall summit the Paper Peak of Brochure Mountain!” and then promptly slides down the stack, giggling uncontrollably.

There’s also Whiskerbell, the pastel-pink bicycle with a basket full of rubber ducks. She claims the ducks are her “strategic consultants.” When someone asks what they consult on, she whispers dramatically, “Everything.” The ducks, of course, say nothing, but squeak ominously whenever Whiskerbell is about to make a questionable decision, such as attempting to knit a sweater for a traffic cone.

The silliest of all, however, is an electric bike named Zzzzap McZoom, whose battery is so excitable that he occasionally bursts into spontaneous karaoke. You might be walking peacefully when suddenly a voice belts from behind: “I WANNA RIDE MY BEEP-BOOP BICYCLE!” followed by electric sparkles and a two-wheeled moonwalk. Zzzzap McZoom insists this is completely normal behavior for any respectable e-bike, although the others disagree—mostly because he moonwalks into things.

Now, the bicycles of Bicyclopolis aren’t content with simply being silly. No, they strive for grand silliness, the kind that rattles bike racks and confuses squirrels. To this end, they created the Annual Unnecessarily Dramatic Tour de Silliness, a race so ridiculous that even spectators are required to wear silly hats. The rules are simple: ride dramatically, compete melodramatically, and finish theatrically.

Contestants are judged not by speed, but by flare. If a bicycle dramatically swoons when passing a pothole, extra points. If it performs a soliloquy to a passing lamppost, even more points. And if it manages a triple-pirouette handlebar twirl while reciting an ancient recipe for pickled turnips, it is immediately granted the Golden Gear of Giggling.

During one unforgettable Tour de Silliness, Sir Wobbleworth attempted to deliver a grand speech about the destiny of road bikes. Unfortunately, mid-speech, a gust of wind flapped his scarf over his brake levers, causing him to drift sideways into a decorative shrub. The shrub applauded politely. Sir Wobbleworth vowed vengeance upon all foliage.

Whiskerbell attempted a performance with her rubber ducks that same year. The ducks were placed carefully in her basket, each wearing a tiny helmet. As Whiskerbell approached the judges, the ducks unleashed a perfectly synchronized squeak-chorus that echoed across the plaza. Spectators wept. Judges fainted. One pigeon declared it the finest art it had ever heard.

Chunky Tires O’Thunder attempted to leap over three stacks of pamphlets but misjudged the distance and instead crashed into a tower of souvenir postcards depicting sheep riding scooters. The postcards flew everywhere, making it appear briefly that the sky was full of postcards of scooter-riding sheep. It is widely considered the most beautiful moment in the town’s history.

Zzzzap McZoom attempted something described as an “electro-boogie-flip-spin-sparkle-swoosh spectacular.” The only notes anyone took afterward read: “It was loud,” “There were lasers but we don’t know how,” and “Someone needs to check the fire hydrant.” Despite almost knocking over a statue, Zzzzap was cheered wildly.

But the Tour de Silliness is not the only tradition. Oh, no. There’s also the Midnight Spoke-Jamboree, during which all bicycles gather to tell spooky ghost stories about flat tires appearing mysteriously in the night, chains that rattle even when the wind is still, and the terrifying legend of Old Rustbeard—the ghost bicycle who haunts unlubricated chains. If you listen closely during the Jamboree, you may hear Whiskerbell gasping dramatically or Sir Wobbleworth whispering, “’Tis but a squeak in the night!”

At sunrise, they perform the Ritual of the Great Grease, where they lightly dab each other's joints with fresh lubricant while chanting ancient bicycle proverbs such as “A clean chain makes a happy lane” and “Blessed be the pressure within thine tires.” Zzzzap McZoom once tried to replace the sacred grease with glitter, which made everything sparkle magnificently but caused at least eight bicycles to slide uncontrollably for several hours.

Now, once a year, the bicycles celebrate Pedalpalooza, a massive festival where every spoke is polished, every bell is tuned, and every seat is dramatically redecorated. Bicycles wear costumes ranging from “business casual handlebars” to “full disco wheel-plume extravaganza.” Last year, Sir Wobbleworth dressed as a noble dragon-bike, complete with flapping cardboard wings. Chunky Tires O’Thunder dressed as a boulder and spent the entire day insisting he was nearly indistinguishable from an actual rock.

Pedalpalooza is also famous for the Spoke-Symphony Orchestra, composed entirely of bikes rolling over different textures of pavement to create music. The cobblestone section performs percussion, while the smooth asphalt section provides sweeping melodies. Gravel contributes chaos. Zzzzap McZoom performs synth.

But beneath all the silliness, the bicycles of Bicyclopolis share a dream: to one day build a monument so magnificent, so silly, so wildly unnecessary, that future generations will say, “Why on earth did they build that?” This monument is called The Great Wheel of Wheely Wheeled Wonder, a gigantic decorative bicycle wheel taller than the tallest lamppost and wider than the widest pancake. It spins continuously, powered entirely by enthusiastic hamster-cyclists who pedal in tiny synchronized unison.

Construction continues year-round. Some days, Sir Wobbleworth inspects the site, proclaiming, “Glorious! Marvelous! Outrageously unnecessary!” Other days, Chunky Tires O’Thunder hauls more pamphlets for structural reference. Whiskerbell knits scarves for the hamsters. Zzzzap McZoom provides dramatic background music.

And so the silly bicycles roll on, day after day, pedaling bravely into the horizon of perpetual nonsense, squeaking joyously, dreaming ridiculously, and spinning toward their gloriously silly destiny.

som si spravil prepinac ako doplnok chrome :-) ked to schvalia dam sem link

No boh, práve som prvýkrát zapla fórum na počítači, že reku otestujem, bude lepšie a to je ešte väčšie peklo ako v mobile :D Mám notebook bez numerickej klávesnice, neviem aká je to veľkosť (aby sa mi zmestil do batoha som si pýtala v práci) a témy zaberajú veľkosť cigaretovej škatuľky a zvyšok, okrem horného základného menu sú úplné nepodstatné veci, milión ohníkov, desiatky krúžkov so sivými hlavami, tri ďalšie menu, veľa prázdna a na tretinu obrazovky nejaký infobox moje témy, ktoré nemám potrebu použiť, lebo aj keď som hladná tak otvorím chladničku a kukám hore dole, čo ma zaujme a nemám poličku, že moje obľúbené potraviny :D 

TEST na PC ukončujem :D a zostávam verná mottu - Nikdy nie je tak zle, aby nemohlo byť ešte horšie! 

@fixska 

tak zoradovanie mi uz schvalili, ak mate tipy co este "vylepsit", mozem doplnit do dalsej verzie :-D napriklad poskryvanie zbytocnosti, ked sa budem vecer nudit tak preklikam, ak ma nepredbehnu

https://chromewebstore.google.com/detail/mtbiker-forum-oldschool/jpknpoomkphejgppkkghjdeenfknaifp

tie "podobné témy" sú na základe čoho? lebo v poslednej dobe som čítal : Skúsenosti s vodičmi a teraz keď som si to dal do vyhľadávania tak napravo v "podobných témach" na prvom mieste : Knihy ktoré čítate ... Akože za volantom ? 🤣 ...pobavilo no...

@mathoso už keď som v téme je to lepšie, text príspevkov je viac na šírku, ale to základné rozdelenie je zahltené ako obsahovo, tak aj vizuálne/graficky, uvítala by som možnosť skryť ten bočný infobox - ale úprimne, netuším čo znamená takéto niečo vyrobiť, prečo sú veci ak sú a možno aj to štvorité menu má význam. Aspoň budem pri PC viac pracovať a menej chodiť sem - všetko má svoje výhody :)

xx

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