Another Person's Treasure

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.