With a little help from Bernadette Peters (not the movie star) and Dick, our lovely Dutch camping neighbours near Alkmaar, we figure out the bike advertisement’s on the buy and sell pages, and finally buy our bikes (fietsen in Dutch).
Mine is purple and Brian’s is a dark blue and he even has a basket to carry his beer home from the shops, and maybe a few groceries if there is room.
*There has been a change to our bikes, I took the one with the basket because I fell off the other one, I think it was jinxed.*
We have been amazed by the number of bikes here in The Netherlands, and the ages of the riders. The kids must start to ride as soon as they can walk because you see very young kids riding along with their parents. Or if not on their own bikes, being ‘dinked’ on the basket carrier, or some Mum’s have a wooden box like thing on the front they sit a couple of small kids in and ride along.
You see grandma’s and grandpa’s out with the family for Sunday rides or going to the shops, men and women going to work dressed in suits and business attire, and kids don’t catch the bus or walk to school they ride.
But you will hear about it if you are walking and mistakenly step onto their bike lanes, which usually run down both sides of the street, even on the country roads, and mostly paved in a special colour and coated in a non slip sort of surface.
You can understand why The Netherlands do so well in the Olympic Cycling events, I think cycling is in their DNA.