Life Choice # 7: Bicycle or Car?

This might just be the easiest choice of this series for me: bike! I’m even known for getting angry when someone hurts my bike. I’m that protective. My bike, it’s my buddy. It takes me anywhere, as fast as I want (or can go), and will take me home whenever I want. No need to pay to park it somewhere. You can go almost everywhere. It’s so easy. Cars are so different. They can’t do whatever they want, because you can’t just drive in a street where you aren’t suppossed to drive. You have to find a parking spot and pay for it. Fuel is expensive. You can’t stop as quickly.
And so on.

There are only a few reasons why bikes suck: when it’s raining, you get soaked. It isn’t always easy when wearing a skirt or dress. But it will also wear out your pants. Recently my best pair of jeans got ripped because of wear and tear. It’s still my favourite pair though. Looks badass. (I don’t wear it in public anymore though…) So I admit bikes aren’t perfect, but for me they still win. I must also admit I don’t have my driver’s license yet, so every time I want to use the car, I have to beg a parent to help me out. By now I’ve got to the point I’d rather take the bus than let my parents take me somewhere. But: buses only come at certain moments, while you can get out your bike at any moment you want. No traffic problems. Just pedaling.

Life can be so easy!

So, what do you prefer? Are you more likely to drive your bike or your car?

Buses and their content

Buses.
Sometimes you seem them passing by without anyone, sometimes they’re even more filled with people than H&M at the first day of sales. Living where I live, I don’t often have to use buses, nor trains. As a real Flemish girl, I just go by bike. Or by car, if I find a driver. But sometimes, buses are way easier. When my mother and I go shopping in Antwerp, for example, we refuse to go by car. Parking isn’t really a cheap hobby… And driving isn’t either.

A really Flemish bus

If you’re lucky, it can be fun to be on a bus. This time, we got in a conversation with a very nice dude (if you read this, dude, hi!). It was really fun talking to him. It’s amusing how many things you tell each other, but when leaving the bus, you don’t even know each other’s name. And still, by now, we know what he’s studying, what he has done already, to which school he went, his opinion on euthanasia and everything.

A small sidenote: we went shopping, but in the end, we returned home with only a Mucha calendar. Pathetic.

On our way back, I’ve been busy with listening to other people’s conversations. There were two girls who were saying stuff like ‘I’ll miss our week’, ‘Maybe we’ll be living together next year!’ and everything. Later on, one of them left the bus and the other had a phone call.

“Hi girl!” (in English!)
“…”
“Hi boy!”
“…”
“Yes.”
“…”
“Yes.”
“…”
“Stuh.” (No clue at all what she meant by that.)
“…”
“Yes.”
“…”
“Stuh.”
“…”
“Woohoohooo!”
“…”
“Yes.”
“…”
“Woohoohoo!”
And so on.

I always try to guess what’s going on. But sometimes, you don’t have to guess. Once, there was a woman in the same bus as us, talking very loudly about her being lesbian. It was like everyone had to know.
“One of those girls immediately knew! That was so weird! SHe just knew it and I hadn’t told her! Did you expect me to be like this?”
The friend answered more silently: “No no, not really.”
“Yes, what I thought! People sometimes just know it, that’s weird!”
During this monologue, the friend murmured something every now and then, but her investment to the conversation was really small.

Sometimes, I’m too busy listening to other people’s conversations. Than I try to formulate a sentence while listening to the woman behind me (“He can arrange it for forty euros! Yes! I’ll call her to tell her!”), and then I go like: “Yes, I find it… rather… good… I think…”, “Maybe… you might… be… right.” My sentences fail because of my lack of concentration. I just feel the urge to follow up everything happening in other people’s lives. And if I don’t feel that urge, I don’t always have a choice… “YES HE CAN DO IT FOR FORTY EUROS. FORTY. YES. I’LL CALL HIM BACK THEN, OKAY?”

Buses.
Interesting places for sure…