One day, I hope to buy one for myself. Probably when I'm abroad in Europe. In a Red Light District.

During my exchange year in the Netherlands, a cop once tried to stop me while I was biking. Since I didn't speak any Dutch, I only realized he wanted me to stop after he turned up his motorcycle sirens. I was pretty nervous since I was not only biking without any lights by night, but also had no valid residence permit and on top of that was pretty drunk. The cop got off his... Read More » motorcycle, stared at me for a few seconds and then mumbled something incomprehensible in Dutch. Having no idea what he just said, I ask him if he could repeat that in English. He then slaps his forehead, mumbles some more words in Dutch and waves me away. I love the Dutch.

February 23, 2012