Chapter 3: Amsterdam

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a bicycle, but he was determined to experience Amsterdam properly. He dropped off his luggage at an inexpensive hotel he'd found while on layover, and hit a nearby rental shop.

He picked up a 3-speed from a place aptly named Black Bikes. It was already afternoon, so he figured he should sneak in a bit of sightseeing while his adrenaline was still winning over the jet lag. He pinned his hotel on a map app and set out in no particular direction. For a weekday afternoon, the bike lanes seemed furiously busy and were more than a little intimidating.

There was a list of record stores to hit while in town. If he would happened to have found one on the first night, so be it.

That night, he laid awake in his hotel bed, legs on fire and back aching more than usual, plotting out the best routes to hit as many shops as possible. He had no intention of impulse-buying everything that caught his eye. He just wanted to dig and find some gems.

Tomorrow was going to be a great day.