Life (in summer) is good.
The biggest hazard is not cars: if you can read Dutch street markings, the bike lanes are a mirror image, and cars really do yield to cyclists. Rather, it’s the motorbikes that sneak up, pull around, cut in, roar onward. A momentary distraction, occasionally unnerving.
I could get used to this; at the moment, I’m alternating nights out and am starting to hunt the classifieds for a used set of wheels. It’s hard to believe that I let three years pass before I picked up the habit.