luckykaa: (Gune)
Things I learned today:
  • The spanner in the cycle toolkit I got for by borthday is too small for the nuts and bolts on my bike.
  • Dutch Language education, while clearly teaching English to an excellent level, doesn't seem to include teaching them the names for common tools.
  • Dutch for spanner is Sleutel.
  • Dutch bike shops don't typically sell them.
The man in the shop did kindly tighten my handlebars though.

So do the Dutch not learn home bicycle maintenance? Is it seen as unimportant because there's a bike shop on every corner?
luckykaa: (Wolf)
So, this weekend I bought myself a new bike. €99 (plus another €20 for the lock). Could have got it for a lot less buying privately, but my time is worth more than that.

Today I took rode my bike to work. Saving me a total of roughly €3.20 on tram fares, and 5-10 minutes in walking and waiting time. It's been a while since I last rode a bike but it's like something similar to riding a bike that can be used as an analogy for riding a bike. Get on it. Wobble a bit. Learn that a cheap bike sure is a lot heavier than the entry level mountain bike I'm used to, but once you're moving it's all about inertia. Glad there aren't any hills in this city. But I head off, and in no time at all I'm cycling like a native. And then detect a squeak. I deal with this later.

Everyone cycles here.The city has cycle infrastructure! There is an actual cycle track network. Bike lanes are everywhere. If you're not on a bike then Amsterdam isn't interested in you. The rare times you get steps (it's a very flat city as we all know) there's a bike ramp. Traffic lights have separate lights for bikes. Bikes dominate.

As I ride I join packs of bicycles. Traffic is not scary.  Cars avoided the vicious cycle packs. Cars get second billing - often third or fourth after pedestrians and trams. At this stage, the biggest danger is other cyclists - especially those on their phones, veering unpredictably left and right. As I get closer to the city centre, I find the only actual obstacle - the bane of all Amsterdam cyclists; The Tourist! Tourists, transplanted from their native environment haven't evolved or learned to deal with the predatory cyclists. They'll aimlessly wander into the road.

I find my way to work, park my bike amongst the others and walk in, feeling like a proper resident.

After work I investigate the squeak. Spin the front wheel. No squeak. Spin the back wheel. No squeak. Only squeaks when moving. Tricky. Eventually track it down to a wobbly back wheel rubbing on the wire supporting the mudguard. Need to get myself a spanner.

I wish every city had this sort of cycle infrastructure. It's a  pleasant way to get to work. There is but one drawback.

Saddlesores.

My bum hurts.
luckykaa: (Default)
So, anyway - before I was ditched by my brother, it was quite a nice day.

I'd accidentally booked the day off work.  So I arranged to go cycling with [profile] masterofapath.  Started in Copsale.  Rode along the old railway route through West Grinstead to Henfield and then back.

For some reason it had never occurred to me until today that there didn't seem to be a West Grinstead station.  As it turns out, East and west Grinstead are completely different Grinsteads altogether,  about 20 miles from each other.   They still have most of the station at west Grinstead, and an old carriage masquerading as an information centre. 
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