Anyone who left their bike against the rail outside Poeldijkstraat got a nice surprise yesterday morning. There were signs all over, warning that you shouldn’t put your bike on that particular rail. Of course, nobody listened. Then, each bike along the rail got a bright orange sticker slapped on them. The sticker was a warning to move the bikes, but it was all written in Dutch. Finally, I guess it was time to pick them all up and take them away. I look out my window that morning and see a man sawing away at a bike lock and another man rolling them up to the truck. I feel really bad for anyone who had a bike on this rail, but I guess they should have seen it coming. I’m just glad I hadn’t bought a bike yet! Sometimes it pays to wait.
Instead of taking the tram into town this evening, we decided it would be much cheaper (and more fun) to take bikes! The problem was, there were four of us and we only had two bikes. Luckily, almost every bike in Amsterdam has a rack on the back. The two boys (Henri and Gaultier) drove the bikes while the two girls (Kazzy and I) sat on the racks on the back. While attempting to find our most common outing location (Leidseplein), we got quite lost. It’s much easier to get there when the tram brings you directly. We had to ask directions about 4 times before we finally found the square. It was a hysterical little ride, singing Spice Girls the whole way. I had such a blast! I really hope I can purchase my own bike soon so I can do this every day and every night. I love the Amsterdam bike culture!