Going to work by bicycle was yesterday: It seems to be sporty, but it’s definitely not sporty enough in a town without proper hills. Living in Copenhagen you actually just have to get out off your bed, half sleeping, eat breakfast and get ready and then you, half sleeping, have to find your bicycle among hundreds of other bicycles and then you sit down – and roll. All the way to work. You only have to stop sleeping, because you have to pay attention to your fellow-cyclists and watch out for not being thwarted by a woman in a wedding dress or hurt by somebody’s briefcase (see also our earlier blog on that: http://tadracomix.sitebob.net/2010/05/28/the-soap-factor-why-its-more-entertaining-to-go-to-work-by-bike-than-by-car/).

When I was cycling to work this morning, a bride was biking right in front of me. Yes, I definitely am sure she was wearing a long white wedding dress! She tried to hold it with one hand and riding her bike at the same time. The dresses border was already brown of dirt, although it wasn’t raining today. She and her boyfriend filled so much of the bicycle path that I couldn’t overtake them before reaching Dronning Louises Bridge. You get it; my way to work leads me through Copenhagen. A town, that promotes itself as the world’s best bicycle town.