One reason for my recent hiatus was to visit foreign lands . . . strange lands . . . maybe even bizarro lands. There is this place I visited, and I am not sure if it was a dream or not, called Amsterdam. It was strange in many ways, but the most strange thing of all is that there were more bikes than cars. What cars there were respected the cyclists and did not go into a violent horn infused rage when they had to wait for more than few seconds or even follow behind cyclists for lengthy periods of time.
It was a place where small humans slept in cargo bikes while their parents shopped.
A place where bike parking took on a whole new meaning.
A place where tricycles are for adults.
A place where "baby on board" has a different twist.
And where buying a soft top convertible means something different.
And where it's hard to tell what century you are actually in.
Lots more photos from other places near and far to come. Thanks to those who have emailed and been patient during the past few months - I have been on the run and my email has backed up. I will try to catch up with the backlog the best I am able.