Saturday, July 31, 2010
On my way out of the office earlier this week I stopped to chat with a coworker. He lives between my house and the office and walks to work so I often pass him, ringing my bell to greet him. He commented on the fact that I'm on a different bike darned near every day which of course, started a conversation about bikes in general. Having been born and raised in the Netherlands and having read the recent big-paper press on bikes lately, he asked if I had a dutch city bike in my collection. I told him no but raved about the new French mixte. He then proceeded to launch into a very funny rant of sorts about those "damn old heavy dutch things" he was forced to ride growing up. "I wouldn't be caught dead on one of those things today." I laughed and laughed. It made me think of the time when I probably wouldn't have been caught dead on bikes of my childhood.
Posted by MandG at 9:30 AM