. . . my Batavus, that is.
Here she is waiting outside for me during a happy hour last week.
As I was walking away, I looked back and found myself turning around to take a picture (or 10). Who cares what the rush hour drivers thought? And anyway, I knew my friend C wouldn’t get there for a few more minutes — she was trying to find a place to park her car.
Where will your bike take you this week?