I love the idea of bicycles. My best friend was just gifted a retro-esque bright red number that I am incredibly jealous of. I would love to be one of those graceful gals that bikes to markets wearing pretty summer dresses to fill wicker baskets with fresh flowers but alas I am possibly the most uncoordinated person on the face of the planet. No exaggeration. I ended up with a Hospital membership card thanks to my several childhood biking related incidents.
Needless to say the majority of pre-organised European tours involve biking and quite frankly I am a little apprehensive, but if the bikes are anything like this I may be easily swayed.
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