I walk through one of The Hague’s leafy parks on one of those winding forest paths, where as a walking road user you can still feel liberated from the stubborn bicycle terrorism. A lady on an OV-fiets approaches me. When passing I just tell her: “Madam, this is a footpath and not a cycle path”. The lady calls out: “I can’t know, I don’t live here.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of May 25, 2023.