When I came home from grocery shopping today, I decided to take a picture of the bike that usually sits in our courtyard.
Dutch boy’s bike complete with anti-theft protection (device on front wheel)
I mostly took a picture because of the beads that hang on the wheels of the bike. When I was younger my brother had similar spoke beads on his bike. I always liked the sound that it made, though I fear it probably drove parents nuts…
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