Frozen Bike Seat
Stuart
Stuart is an accident prone Englishman who has been living in the Netherlands since 2001. Even his move to the country was an unintentional accident, the result of replying to a cryptic job advertisement he found one day in a local British magazine. Since then he has learned to love the Dutch (so much so that he married one of them) and now calls the country home. He started the blog Invading Holland in 2006 as a place to share his strange stories of language misunderstandings, cultural confusions and his own accident prone nature.
Oh painful.
Too funny…
Whoahahahahahahaha ‘okay breath breath breath’ hahahahahahhaaha (sorry Stu).
Maybe a handy tip. Buy a schapenbontseatcover. No more problems, just don’t forget to remove it from the sadle afterwards to keep it dry en fluffy.
But I take my bike with a frozen saddle to the trainstation, wait for a train in the freezing cold and take another bike with a frozen saddle to work from the trainstation there.
Dragon Lady – Indeed
Terri – Thank you :)
AQK1982 – That would require me to be intelligent and I think by now we both know that the one thing I am not is…..
Iooryz – You have my sympathy.
I look at my bike seat still covered in snow and remain grateful that I can walk everywhere I need to go right now.
Alison – I’ve started taking the tram a lot more this week because of it but that also might have something to do with me not wanting to break my neck on ice.
(As I was reading this, one girl living in my building screamed that there is no heating in her room.)
I’m starting to feel left out with all of this cold business; it still hasn’t snowed in my neck of the woods. :P
Don’t you get those annoying bicycle seat covers with advertisements on them when you leave your bike at the railway station? Just this once they would be useful. But of course, when you need them, they’re nowhere to be seen.
Barb – I can send you over some snow but it might just be a soggy envelope by the time it arrives :p
Likeahike – I know. They give them out in the summer…. why?!
Hah, Stu. I’ve foregone that particular delight until all this white stuff has gone. I don’t do the white stuff…grrrr, I mean brrrrrrrr x