I am fascinated by the cyclists here. I could spend hours just sitting outside cafés watching them pass. They are so cool, whipping in and out of each other and traffic; cars, trams and buses. Men in suits, women in high heels and posh clothes, mums and dads with various carriages for their offspring attached. No helmets, half of them talking on their mobiles, one girl with a lollipop stuck in her mouth, another man with a pane of glass under his arm (no fear?!)
And those bikes! They are all old fashioned sit up and beg, heavy things, mostly tatty and rusty with ting ting bells, no brakes (?!) and enormous heavy chains to secure them when they stop. Some decorated with flowers around the handle bars, most of them with some form of carrying device either wooden bread crates (for the more stylish) or plastic boxes.
Younger members of our family said you must hire bikes it's the only way to see Amsterdam. I agree and Pete probably could negotiate these highways, but me? No flipping way! I'd be sprawled more often than in the saddle, I'll stick to my feet thanks.
And those bikes! They are all old fashioned sit up and beg, heavy things, mostly tatty and rusty with ting ting bells, no brakes (?!) and enormous heavy chains to secure them when they stop. Some decorated with flowers around the handle bars, most of them with some form of carrying device either wooden bread crates (for the more stylish) or plastic boxes.
Younger members of our family said you must hire bikes it's the only way to see Amsterdam. I agree and Pete probably could negotiate these highways, but me? No flipping way! I'd be sprawled more often than in the saddle, I'll stick to my feet thanks.
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