I have to confess that I haven’t actually been on any form of two wheeled device in a couple years, a fact of which I was reminded this morning after heading off to the store for a container of milk.
I’m sure the sight of a Dutch bike parked in front of the store must seem a little strange. First of all, since it was the *only* bike, and then of course, it has fenders and stuff.
“New and Shiny” is pretty much still well, new and shiny. It’s easier to keep a well made bike clean I find, even though all the bikes got a little filthy in the basement of the apartment in Vienna.
It was a rather harsh environment.
Didn’t matter. These bikes are made for harsh environments. If you ever happen to venture over to the Netherlands, you’ll see Gazelle and Batavus bikes, (among a host of others) some of which have been in continuous use for twenty, thirty years or longer.
You won’t find much going back before the second world war though, as the word is that the German soldiers stole all the bikes they could find to ride back home when they were being forced to retreat. It’s a story. Not sure if it’s entirely accurate.
Of course, I could have walked to the store, but the interesting thing is, since I chose to take just a slight detour on the way home (just one street over, no big deal) it so happened that I was able to exchange a “good morning” with a neighbour I never knew we had. I mean, just some person coming out of their house, possibly recognised me. Don’t know. My point is, being on two wheels, one does tend to interact with others more readily. Just one of those things.
Maybe that’s why most Dutch folks whom I know like to yak? They’re good at it. Trust me.
Anyhoodle, you’ll notice the containers there, one of which has “yard waste” plastered on the side?
Well, this is one of the slight annoyances of suburban life, especially when one no longer has access to a honkin’ big dumpster at work. *ahem*
We have to put out our clippings to be picked up. I think I read somewhere that it’s supposed to start as of the First of April. This is good. The roses out front have gotten out of hand, and I’ve having to be a bit ruthless when it comes to getting them back down to size.
There hasn’t been anyone with the fortitude to do this nasty business over the last four years, so it’s up to me.
And that is most of what is on the agenda for today.
I’m sure I could blather on here, but I’d best get out there.
Hope the Easter Bunny is good to you. Just remember, if what’s left behind looks like raisins, they’re probably not.
Thanks for stopping by.