Automotive Sensory Deprivation

Driving in a car has so many sensory limitations.

You never get to regard peoples' hair at a stop light. You don't get to experience the scent of peoples' shampoo, perfume or cologne at a red light or as they pass you on the bike lanes.

You never hear fingers drumming gently on handlebars as the cyclist next to you enjoys a song on their mp3 player.


You don't get to smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee to go.

You miss out on overhearing the passionate discussions of children as they flow through the city.


You can't hear the crunch of teeth on a fresh, autumn apple.

Another Pattern Emerges

Off to the summer house for a week or so. Blogger has a function that lets me post while away! So nobody has to live without Copenhagen Cycle Chic! Yay!

Copenhagen Supermum on her Nihola Cargo Bike.
I see a pattern developing here. Supermums on Niholas wearing short skirts and high heels...


A pattern not unlike Louboutins and old Raleighs.

Rain and Not

A spot of light rain. Which only seems to bother the chap on the left.

Peeking out of the Nihola in a rain shower.

Your paths are always crossing in Copenhagen.

Checking text messages is almost as important as riding your bike in Copenhagen. Almost.

Copenhagen Family Life

The Copenhagen Family.

Playful on the bike lanes on the way home from karate.

Springtime Cargo and Supermums and Dads

Mother, mother, child/grandchild. Together in the Copenhagen bike culture.
Enjoying the segregated bike lanes that are the hallmark of any healthy, progressive and safety-oriented bike culture.

Vive les supermums [et superdads] du Copenhague!

This is Copenhagen. An elderly citizen on the right, and a supermum on the left in a Copenhagen springtime cycling outfit: short skirt, smashing red heels and a handbag on the handlebars of the Nihola cargo bike.

Much is said about the supermums of Copenhagen, but the superdads are rather groovy, too. Myself included... :-)

Giraffe transportation.