Bikes are us.

Believe it or or, dad and I rode bikes through the streets of Amsterdam.  It took a lot of convincing but I did it.  Dad of course was the fearless leader and fearless he was.  I was such a chicken.  There were no pictures taken until the bikes were returned to the shop.  We then needed a picture just so you would believe it.  I don't have to do that again for a while.  Think I've had my fill.  The vibration of the cobble stone streets was something else.it was fun.  Although I won't have to do that again for a long long time!