It was the start of a new year. Your last year and through your first week you've seen one biker twice on your way to school and twice his bike.

You've noticed that his bike was with Dutch registration which meant he probably didn't know your language but that was fine, your English was pretty good anyway.

I think it's already obvious but you were a bike admirer and you decided that if you see it this morning you'll take a picture of it.

The two times you've noticed him himself was when you were going later to school and now you were going earlier so you didn't expect to see him.

But his bike was there. He had parked on the side road as usually, so when you passed by you stopped for a quick picture being startled when someone spoke from behind.

When you turned around it was him, fixing his gloves as he held a helmet. "Admiring the bike?" he asks casually.