Zing Snap!


Oh, deer! Oh, my.

Bike riding is just like the weather here in The Netherlands, hopelessly unpredictable.
My son joined me on a bike ride some days ago, and we were determined to pedal all the way to Germany. So we left home, on a radiant sunny day, and 5 km later we crossed the border. No, there are no zeros missing. It was actually 5 km to the border! We rode on, farther and farther into Germany where grey clouds lazily rolled in the sky threatening us with a never coming rain. We were talking and laughing and hearing the clicks of the bikes’ gear changing. It was a delight!

However, euphoria is not ever lasting. Continue reading