Åhhh, København!

Ohhh, Copenhagen!

Hvor gaderne er fyldte med farverige huse, kanalerne bugter sig rundt om hver murgule, og folk pendler på cykler.

Where the streets are filled with colorful houses, the canals wind around each mustard yellow, and people commute on bicycles.

Midt i denne pulserende by, findes der en ung mand ved navn Lars.

In the midst of this bustling city, there is a young man named Lars.

Lars elsker sit hektiske københavnerliv, men han har en udfordring.

Lars loves his hectic Copenhagen life, but he has a challenge.

For hver gang Lars svinger sig op på hans rustne, røde cykel, er hans meget lange snørebånd tilbøjelige til at klistre sig fast i cyklens pedaler.

Every time Lars swings his rusty red bike, his very long shoelaces have a tendency to get stuck in the pedals.

Det var en behagelig eftermiddag, solen skinnede på himlen, og Lars besluttede at tage en tur på sin cykel for at nyde det dejlige vejr.

It was a pleasant afternoon, the sun was shining in the sky, and Lars decided to take a ride on his bike to enjoy the lovely weather.

Det var bare en kort tur, tenkte han.

It was just a short trip, he thought.

Men som så ofte før, blev hans snørebånd smidt op i pedalerne, og han bøjede sig forover.

But as often before, his shoelaces got thrown up into the pedals and he bent forward.

Med et øredøvende bump mødte han brolægningens ujævnhed ansigt til gram.

With a deafening thump, he met the cobblestone's unevenness face to face.

Netop da, græd en velkendt stemme af grin, "Lars, du gør det igen!

Just then, a familiar voice cried with laughter, "Lars, you're doing it again!"

" råbte Freja, en af Lars' nærmeste veninder, mens hun grinte hjerteligt.

shouted Freja, one of Lars' closest friends, while she laughed heartily.

Hun holdt en solslikket is i den ene hånd og kæmpede for at holde balancen på sin egen cykel i den anden.

She held a sun-kissed ice cream in one hand and struggled to balance on her own bike with the other.

"Puh, det er ikke sjovt, Freja!

"Phew, it's not funny, Freja!"

" udbrød Lars, mens han forsøgte at trække hans snørebånd ud fra pedalerne.

exclaimed Lars, as he tried to pull his shoelaces out of the pedals.

"Åh, Lars, det er skam sjovt.

"Oh, Lars, it's quite funny.

Hver gang du falder på den samme måde," grinte Freja og fortsatte med at samle hans ting sammen.

Every time you fall in the same way," laughed Freja and continued to gather his things.

Dagen efter mødte de igen hinanden.

The next day, they met again.

Freja med sit smilende ansigt, og Lars med hans hængende skuldre uden hans cykel.

Freja with her smiling face, and Lars with his slumped shoulders without his bike.

"Åh Lars, hvor er din cykel?

"Oh Lars, where is your bike?"

" spurgte Freja og kiggede rundt.

asked Freja, looking around.

"Jeg tog bussen," svarede Lars ærgerligt.

"I took the bus," answered Lars disappointingly.

Det var tydeligt, at han savnede sin cykel alligevel.

It was clear that he missed his bike after all.

"Hvorfor bruger du ikke bare velcro?

"Why don't you just use velcro?"

" foreslog Freja spontant.

Freja suggested spontaneously.

"Hvad?

"What?"

" kom det uventet fra Lars.

came unexpectedly from Lars.

"Ja, velcro Lars, så dine snørebånd ikke fanger i pedalerne,” forklarede Freja, mens hun prøvede at undertrykke hendes grin.

"Yes, velcro, Lars, so your shoelaces don't get caught in the pedals," explained Freja, trying to suppress her laughter.

I det øjeblik lysnede Lars' ansigt op.

In that moment, Lars' face lit up.

Det var en så simpel løsning, at han ikke kunne tro, han ikke selv havde tænkt på det.

It was such a simple solution that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it himself.

Han grinede af sig selv, og Freja grinte med.

He laughed at himself, and Freja laughed along.

Så næste dag, da Freja gik hen for at møde Lars, så hun ham med et stort smil på sit ansigt og et par nye sko med velcro.

So the next day, when Freja went to meet Lars, she saw him with a big smile on his face and a pair of new shoes with velcro.

Han havde besluttet at give dem en prøvetur på hans cykel.

He had decided to take them for a test ride on his bike.

"Se Freja!

"Look, Freja!

Ingen snørebånd, ingen fald!

No shoelaces, no falls!"

" råbte han imens han kørte ubesværet forbi hende.

he shouted as he effortlessly rode past her.

Fra den dag af mistede Lars, den klodsede cyklist, og det skete ikke igen, at hans snørebånd skulle fange i pedalerne.

From that day on, Lars, the clumsy cyclist, lost his title, and it never happened again that his shoelaces would get caught in the pedals.

Freja mistede måske en del af hendes daglige underholdning, men hun fandt glæde i at se Lars køre ubesværet rundt i byen igen.

Freja may have lost some of her daily entertainment, but she found joy in seeing Lars effortlessly ride around the city again.

Og således endte Lars' udfordrende dage som Københavns mest uheldige cyklist.

And thus, Lars' challenging days as Copenhagen's most unfortunate cyclist came to an end.