Operation fun was in full effect by the time we got to Amsterdam. A couple days of rain, the British pound, and a front stoop covered with enough hair gel to fill a small pool was more than enough for 4 smelly Americans to handle. Tensions were mounting and bicycles needed to be ridden. By day 3 the sun finally came out and adventure was on our minds, a few wrenches later and the Amsterdam pavement was rushing beneath our tires. The memory of 3 days of cramped, rained out, and down right annoying situations were quickly forgotten as we pedaled our way through the bike infested streets. With no particular destinations in mind, we just cruised around taking in the new atmosphere. This quickly turned into a search for the bowl, and other various spots to ride. I don't exactly remember how it happened, whether we just stumbled upon the bowl or the directions we got after trying to explain what we were looking for got us there. But somehow we found it pretty quickly. We were stoked, we rode the bowl for hours found a couple of metal mini ramps, a small spine and chilled in the parks taking full advantage of all that is Amsterdam. It was the official start of what we came to do, have fun.
