The Prinsengracht TT.

Let me set the scene, another night coming to an end in “Da Duffer” and the usual barflies hanging around the bar for the last thimble of ale for the evening. Our motley crew are thoroughly stoned and intoxicated, another awesome night of laughs and love. Some cunts, as usual, haven’t settled their tab, however, I relieved myself of settling my bill before the last rounds, so I make a swift dash for the door avoiding the madness of crowds trying to go “dutch” and tiki’s are being sent recounting what they have and have not drank this evening. Agasp! It's pissing down! In the middle of winter and leaving the sanctuary of the watering hole and I turn to look at my bike, my trusty steed…absolutely soaked, bollocks! Haha I smirk and give two fingers to Mother Nature for I remember that I packed a kitchen towel in my bag just for this purpose because nobody likes a soggy bum and in my less inebriated state I came prepared. <a href="https://medium.com/@skeetsjoseph2/the-prinsengracht-tt-bf0175adab2d">Learn More</a>