Van Moof No. 5: An Urbane Kind of Street Bike

While New Yorkers flirt with bike lanes, they’ve got nothing on the Dutch.  My grandmother was a Dutch woman who left Holland in 1945. When I was 13, I first visited my family in Amsterdam. Bikes were everywhere — there were even free bikes at the train station, meant to be borrowed and left for the next taker. As I got older and continued to visit, I rode bikes to bars with my cousins and to the topless beaches in Zandvoort on the edge... Read More