cycling means freedom
we don’t allow anything
to interfere with that
It’s a joy from the start as cycling is so delightfully normal here: no one’s in Lycra, or wearing a helmet. “For us, cycling means freedom,” says our guide, Remco. “We don’t allow anything to interfere with that, like special clothing or helmet laws.” Old women are riding around in frocks; we see men in blazers and even one in a DJ and bow tie.
From the article, Really going Dutch: why I chose The Hague and Delft over Amsterdam by Liz Boulter in the Guardian.
I work on a resort island that is famous for biking.
Unlike that island up north in the straits of Mackinac, one of the perks of biking on this island is the hard packed sand at low tide that lets you ride along the water.
Be aware that most of the bike rental locations will charge you a cleaning fee if you bring back a bike covered with sand so make sure you give ur bike a good hosing off.
But for clothes …
Sure I see ‘bikers’ in their … ‘uniform’ but for the most part, the folks down here are biking in swimsuits and flip flops and it all seems so delightfully normal.
There don’t seem to be any helmet rules and the only rule is the rule of common sense.
Which I admit is non to common among these local bike riders but we all seem to survive.
I do remember watching a young lady walking from the beach to her bike that had been sitting in the blazing sun all afternoon.
The young lady was wearing the briefest of briefest bikini swimsuits and she leaped onto the bike and in the same motion leaped right off as her bottom came into contact with the sun heated bike seat.
It was like it had been choregraphed.
Cycling means to do what you want even if that means burning your butt I guess.
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