Bridges and Broodjes

I woke up later than usual, and Zach suggested we ride up towards the city to try out a café he was interested in. I’m always up for baked goods!

But first, Yoshi needed snacks:

Zach said he had a favorite bike route for the first couple of miles, and then we’d just wing it. I followed his lead.

Along the way we passed many people, and none of them reacted to the recumbent. Overall I’d noticed a strange lack of curiosity in the Dutch about this bicycle, even though it was obviously very rare. In all my riding so far in this bike-obsessed nation I hadn’t seen a single other recumbent, long or short or tricycle-shaped.

While Zach and I waited at a corner, one child – maybe about eight years old – stared and pointed at the recumbent and said “Woaa!” Eureka!

I was so surprised I told Zach. “Amazing!” I said. “One single child has not had all the desire to publicly express curiosity squeezed out of them!”

Zach: “Sometimes, one is enough.”

We laughed and cycled on.

Ten minutes later as we were crossing a bridge, I saw a guy sitting on his recumbent tricycle. Another milestone! There is at least one other recumbent rider in this city! I told Zach about that too.

Soon we reached Layers Bakery & Deli.