Bike ride of my life

Date: 4/18/2019

At first I was just walking on the side walk when I saw a black woman ride by on a bike. She was going really fast. The street now went downhill and the woman went full speed down as well. The street ended in a ramp, what was behind it i couldn't see but when the woman disappeared behind it I couldn't hear the faint noise of cheering. The woman did a few of these weird jumps and tricks on different vehicles. One of them might have been a trisickle. Suddenly I was riding a bike to. I was following this crazy Spanish lady. The Spanish lady was driving really fast and cutting off other women. The women shouted at her and she shouted back in Spanish to fuck off. (I btw do not speak a single word of Spanish. The scenery changed. I had followed her from a (Dutch) suburb to a street with high rising condo buildings for people in more poverty than the suburbers. You could say it's the Dutch ghetto. After following the crazy Spanish lady for about twenty minutes she turned left somewhere and i lost her. So I just kept riding. Through the ghetto, through another suburb, over a bridge, through a field (weiland) until i entered another town. I biked over a little bridge and I had entered the new town. It had a tram that drove through the city. Sometimes the tram drove over the city on its own bridge. 5 minutes into the new city i encounter a crossover spot (over a car lane) for bikes where you are supposed to switch lanes, that is never happens on bike lanes. We always drive on the right. Suddenly a infomercial type of video started playing in my head as I kept riding. "This here street lady's and gentlemen is yellow because is a lane switch street. You see every bike passenger is expected to switch from the right to the left side. If you don't obide... well be ready to crash into upcoming bike traffic. Yes lady's and gent's this may sound unnecessary and dangerous but really IT IS!! HAHA! Not to worry though we have a reason for this lane switch. You see if we didn't force you to switch lanes your speed on this cross lane that you would fly through the window of the lovely houses at each side. So be careful and obide the law! *winks*". So well i did what they asked of me and switched lanes. And that was the end for that weird part of town. There i was again riding through a suburb, over a hill, by the high rising condo's, over a bridge, through a suburb and then i stopped. It had gotten late and the city i was in was called "Oestwout". I parked my bike and asked a strange man with a young teenage girl: "hi could you tell me what the next towns over are called, I need to get home". The man and I chatted and I bonded with his daughter a bit and gave her advice on how to work on group school projects. But the sky got darker and darker and I just kept asking the man my question yet he continued to chat without awnsering the question. He did this until he and his daughter went home. They stept into an elevator and as the door was closing i yelled "but you still have to tell me the way!! come on!". So now I was angry and all alone with a bike in this dark city. So I got my bike and just kept on riding it. Going straight ahead at every turn. And then I thought to myself "maybe the next town has a coffeeshop". (the weed kind)