City Cycling Journal
The euro horns of the police cars sounding off were the first thing I heard when stepping on the cobbled streets of Amsterdam. It was perfect, and it reminded me of an old daydream I had long ago. It all just seemed so magical. The canals that resemble mazes from a bird’s eye view of the city as they wrap around every corner, Dutch pancakes and apple pie, people watching, and bikes. There is plenty of more heritage known to the city but bikes are the single-pointed focus and take up the majority of the cities landscape. Outnumbered by cars you can almost smell the chain grease instead of fuel. It’s a cyclist dream. A place where commuter cycling is everyday life.
The short sleeves and shorts were packed away for the season here and the sun seemed to just be hidden by the clouds every day. Puff coats, wool and corduroy pants with scarfs was the preferred attire. I blended right into the scene.
After picking up my rental from Alex Bikes I set off for a city tour. No agenda but to document the world outside. In essence just ride, capture irony and contrast by the subjective nature of city cycling. It was my domain.