So, I've got a new bike! It is fantastic and lovely and (in my opinion) very sexy. A gift from my Mom and Stepdad for my birthday and for my move next semester to Vancouver! And I am so thankful to them!
I've always wanted a bike like the one that I rented and rode around on in Amsterdam (and nearly died many times on). Never ride over tram tracks in Amsterdam- more often than not your tire will get stuck, and you will find yourself facing an oncoming tram with traffic on either side :)
That said, riding that bike around was probably the most fun I had in Holland, and I've been yearning for a coaster brake, high handle bar bike ever since. Why is it that everyone in my city buys mountain bikes?? Where are all the pretty cruising town bikes?
So this is my lovely new bike!

I knew it was the one for me immediately. I mean, it's called THE AMSTERDAM from Electra. The salesperson tried to sell me on the female version, but it didn't ride as nicely as the men's somehow... and the handlebars were way too low- they actually bumped my legs when I went to turn. Since the bikes only come in one size, I had to go for the men's, which was no big sacrifice. Because I love him :) Yes, the bike is a him and his name is Bas (a Danish name I'm fond of, pronounced Boss). I realize that giving him a Danish name sacrifices a part of my Dutch dream, but eh so what...
Also, I know that it's not terribly frugal or eco-friendly to get a new bike, but hopefully Bas will last a good long time, save the world a bunch of emissions, and save me a bunch of money on buying a car or riding the bus. So he'll make up for it.
Here's the female version. It's got a nice little dip in it doesn't it? Very pretty. But apparently being 5"7 makes me too big for a female bike.
To wrap up, I think I would like to give a little narrative as to why I felt I needed a new bike (and asked for it, not really expecting to get one). Firstly, my old bike is older than I am, and fairly unsafe. The wheels fell off unexpectedly (I'm serious), no matter how much I tightened them, possibly because I need to work on my arm strength. And every third rotation the chain skips.. or something. On occasion this slip has bumped me so bad I've nearly crashed. So my father told me that I wasn't allowed to ride it anymore until he fixed it; this was the summer before last. Last summer I wanted to ride my bike to the gym and back, and this was more or less the conversation that expired:
Me: Hey Dad, did you fix my bike? I'd really like to ride it, but I can't seem to find it.
Dad: Oh that, well you never rode it. So I fixed it and took it the lake.
Me: I didn't ride it because you told me you had to fix it first... Any chance it's coming back from the lake?
Dad: Nope. You don't ride it enough.
Tadah! Anna needs a new bike. I'm really happy that my parents did this for me, I can already tell this bike is going to be my baby this summer and in the new school year. Hey, everyone needs an LBB- Little Black Bike :)