We were in Amsterdam this weekend visiting family. I fancied the idea of taking our daughter for a ride in a Dutch cargo bike, but also didn’t want to be the cycling obsessive who disrupted everyone else’s weekend plans, so didn’t go so far as organising anything. In the end this was the closest I got to one:
And this was the best ride that little Miss BikeVCar had:
Luckily, for a brief moment on Saturday afternoon the stars aligned and both my wife and daughter wanted to go back to the hotel for a nap while everyone else headed back to the house to relax before the evening. I seized the opportunity by borrowing a bike from the hotel and running a few errands. I headed out of the suburbs and into the touristy, centre of the city to buy a small souvenir for our daughter’s first trip abroad.
Having spent some time walking around this part of the city it was a completely different experience on a bike. Rather than being a pedestrian buffeted about in the chaos I was suddenly easing along within the flow of the madness. Pedestrians cleared out of the way, cars backed off and other cyclists were all travelling at the same speed.
Without caring too much about my speed and just using the bike to get about, I still thought I was moving at a decent pace on my little three-speed. Right up until the moment I was overtaken by a lady in a dress wearing high heels. By that point I’d been out and about for an hour, had completely my errands and was back out in the suburbs with half an hour to spare. Rather that eek out every last bit of fun (and be overtaken by more people in completely inappropriate cycling footwear) I decided to end on a high and stop for a beer in the late afternoon sun.
Then I made my way back to the hotel to wake the sleeping beauties to get ready for our evening ahead.