Bicycle trouble

I am crazy about my bicycles. I use my kick ass folding bike two days a week when I go to dance practice after work and stay in The Hague. My city bike is the only memento of my former relationship, gifted to me by my former mother in law (a total sweety) and she got it second hand from a bike sale from the local police. We have so many bikes in the Netherlands that we have special teams rounding up deserted and broken bikes that are left on the street to die. The criminal bikes that are parked where they weren't supposed to be are resold if their owner doesn't reclaim them.

My bike is a run down worn out looking piece of rust, which is perfect because it lives in front of my house, chained to a public bike stand. I fixed the saddle up with ducktape, the saddlebags are fraying at the edges and they are discolored to a buttery shade of yellow but secretly it is in perfect working order and drives like what I imagine a very expensive car should feel like on a sunny day with an open road.

Except that it didn't, when I drove to my bd classes yesterday. My back brake jammed and I was stuck, out on the street. Lucky for me that there were a couple of bike repairshops nearby, and some of them were still open! Long story short, the nice repairman fixed my bike and I returned today to pick it up. I need my bike on a daily basis so I was happy that he could fix it so quickly.

The wonderous thing is that it drives even better than it did before. I am in bike heaven :-)

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