The funny thing about riding my Frankenbike bakfiets, Mary Shelley is the reactions it gets.
Slack-jawed amazement from drivers, intense excitement from shall children (who shout things like, “What a totally amazing bike!”. No, really.), and incredulous hilarity from teenagers – but ONLY when they’re with enough friends to see that they’ve such a cool reaction to the weirdo who’s not driving a car. That sort of thing.
Funny thing is, I’ve never understood why. But my friend Seth was up to stay for a few days over the weekend, and we had to run an errand that involved the cargo bike. He shot some footage…
Apparently MY view of the reactions this bike causes only just scratches the surface – riding with me, Seth could see the full glory of the wake of amazement it generates. He was able to see that drivers were actually steering clear of the Frankenbike (obviously intimidated by the waves of pure masculinity it generates), and that attractive women were visibly swooning (for similar reasons, no doubt).
Or at least that’s what I like to think.