“I just came back from the flea market where I bought this. I have made about 300 trips on my bike like this. I do it on a daily basis, almost. I am opening a cocktail bar called ‘Marcel’ just over there on Circusstraat, in a month or two. I buy second hand furniture for my business on my bike. I find it more useful to be on the bike than with a car queuing all the time. This is the Dutch way.”
You are Dutch?
“No. I am from France.”
Photographer’s notes: I will always be a sucker for people transporting massive objects on a bike. No specific cargo bike in use, hyst two wheels, a spare hand and a balancing act.
My best one to date was transporting a large, but basic, chair. I slipped the flour legs across my shoulders and hips, tied it to my body with a strap and headed home on the spare road with a massive chair on my back.
I was trying to avoid attention by taking the side roads, but that always fails. Before long, a police cruiser eased up alongside, the window rolled down and the policeman inside pointed at me and let out a laugh. Then he drove off.