Feast your eyes on my brand new (to me) Dutch bike. It was dirt cheap (as a good Dutch bike should be) and sturdy as all get-out.
Someone previously took the liberty of spray-painting pink butterflies all over the bike, which makes a lot of sense since I’m apparently the size of the average Dutch 12 year old, so clearly some pre-teen girl owned this bike before I did.
Luckily the custom paint job doesn’t bother me in the slightest, it actually helps me pick out my bike in the sea of other heavy, black Dutch bikes.
KC and I are in the process of figuring out if a baby seat will even fit on my frame, since it’s pretty small. I really hope we can get one on there — just think of all the adventures that Prim and I could have on this thing!