tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905580174687117905.post6471203246931600550..comments2009-01-19T00:15:18.133-08:00Douwe Osingahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629018494276839359noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905580174687117905.post-49315071708133235272009-01-19T00:15:00.000-08:002009-01-19T00:15:00.000-08:00I remember when my bike saddle was stolen in college. It was annoying as I had to ride standing up all the way home for all the obvious reasons.Wak This Wayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16323434537883070187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905580174687117905.post-72119604924224551212008-11-16T17:25:00.000-08:002008-11-16T17:25:00.000-08:00Nice observation.<BR/>The experience of a stolen bike has become pretty standard in Amsterdam (as you might know). It happened to me a /lot/ of times (although I've never experienced that my saddle was stolen twice :-).Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017401172952111915noreply@blogger.com