04-08-2012 | 16.16
‘Ofcourse I can ride a bike ’, says Harvey when I propose to cycle into town instead of taking a taxi or the tram. ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans right?’. We’re going record shopping and bikes are by far the best way of getting around the city.
Harvey gets on his bike with no trouble at all and we head off from the Lloyd Hotel towards De Pijp. The Englishman from L.A. is a story teller and tells me he has a beachcruiser back at home in Venice Beach. And when he’s not cycling, he just walks to the ocean with his surfboard under his arm.
The sun is shining and Harvey seems to be enjoying the ride. ‘I love the Dam’, he says when we cycle past the canals. ‘Everyone is talking about Berlin but Berlin needs another hundred years to get their shit together’. We discuss Berlin, the difference between living in Europe and America and come to the conclusion that the climate in California definitely makes life a lot easier.
Our goal is Record Mania, a 2nd hand recordshop in the Ferdinand Bolstraat. When I ask him if we shouldn’t get breakfast (or lunch, it’s already 4pm) first, he laughs and says ‘Let’s get our fingers dirty first’. As soon as we enter he looks like a man on a mission, browsing through all the different genres with special attention for the 7-inch and 1 euro sections in search of hidden gems. As his fingers pass through the records he gives me some recommendations on obscure 80’s disco and rock that I’d never heard of before. But we both score a few nice records and leave the store as happy as can be.
On our way to the restaurant, Harvey notices all the hipsters riding their fixed gears. He had once ridden fixed gears too, but that was more than 10 years ago, he said. He’s not to fond of them anymore. ‘Do you know what the scariest thing is about riding a fixed gear? Telling your Dad you’re gay!’
Text and photo's: Olaf Boswijk