Ooooooh I could go on about bikes in the Netherlands for hours....
From the outside looking in you think, how lovely and quaint all this bike riding is... how novel, how old fashioned (even to the extent the "old fashioned" sytle bikes here are called "oma fiets" which means grandma bike, ah how sweet!)... but oh no, once you've spent a bit of time here, cycling in the rush hour traffic every day (yes, I had no idea there was such thing as bicylce traffic) you realise what aggressive nutters all these cyclist really are!
I've never, ever seen anything like it in my life. It's dark right, it's winter, we're an hour ahead of the UK, so yes, it's pretty dark every morning and every night after work. But do they care about being seen? No, you wouldn't believe how many people cycle with no lights. The cycle paths are amazing, the UK is totally rubbish in this regard, and I thought it would be confusing learning to ride on the "wrong" side of the road, but it only took about a day to realise that even the Dutch don't cycle on the "correct" side of the road, they cycle any old how... they cycle on the wrong side coming right at you and high speed with no lights, they jump out from everywhere and anywhere with no regard for who's right of way it is, they'll cycle side by side having a leisurely chat ensuring that this chain goes right into the path of cars or into the other lane of the cycle path (oncoming cyclists) and so that you have to overtake the gossipers on the "wrong" side in oncoming traffic. They'll also spot someone on the pedestrian path and just abruptly stop causing you to cycle into the back of them. Oh yes, and don't even get me started on the pedestrains who will also step out in front of moving bikes with disregard (it only took me a week to cycle straight into someone who despite being hit REALLY hard (I had to check my wheel for damage after the fact) just shrugged it off and said "sh*t happens"... well, yes, I thought, sh*t does happen if you just saunter on into the middle of flowing traffic.
You need the wits and reaction speeds of a jet fighter pilot to cycle here, you have to avoid other cyclists, pedestrians, and motorcyclists (who use the cycle lanes) whilst being blinded by car traffic all at the same time. Also, being the "low" countries and incredibly flat, it is really, really windy, I was blown into the curb three times yesterday while cycling and even got blown off a roundabout.
Having said that I absolutely love it. I'm just as mad and aggressive as the rest of them, in fact it's only taken me less than three weeks to wear out the brakes on my bike!
Also, I've got so, so, so used to cycling that I can't bare the thought of walking anywhere, it already seems a foreign concept. Ricky is coming out to visit this weekend and I'm already putting an order in for a bike card (so you can hire a bike from the railway station for a fantastic 3euros for 24hours, what a bargain... Boris - take note!), because I fancied taking him around Leiden on Sunday and also to a museum and the thought of having to walk the whole 30min to the museum sickens me (even though by the time I chain, unchain my various locks, clip and unclip my ten million lights (they're all over me and the bike, I look like a Xmas tree) and tuck my trousers into my socks it probably takes the same amount of time)!
So bikes... I may well moan but it really is amazing here... you've never cycled until you've cycled in the Netherlands.