The ultimate Dutch experience

You remember a few posts ago, when I was promoting the idea that we should all try new things, even things that we've set our minds to never do? I ran, that time. I ran a few times. Well, I jogged, in the city.
Here was my new adventure:

Some random people I found on the internet, riding effortlessly. In other words, nothing like what happened to me.

I found a picture that illustrates both everything and nothing about my experience. Yes, I rode on the back of a bike, sideways, like a girl. Indeed, I was in the Netherlands. However, this girl is more photogenic, she is effortless and the black and white picture captures her ease. In my case, I was digging into my friend, and all the colours in the world wouldn't depict the terror in the first five minutes.
I dug into my friend with one hand, and with the other held on the back of the grill I was sitting on. I got used to it, got a bit cheeky, enjoyed it as much as I could. But being on the back of a bike for nearly an hour meant that my muscles had to do what they hadn't do in a while: tense! My abs tensed to keep my legs high, my legs tensed so they wouldn't get caught, my bum was on the grill so it was constantly in pain as each individual piece of metal dug deep into my big ass....for the past two days I have had muscle pain where other people, surely, don't have muscles at all! I am positive nobody has that many muscles in their body that could hurt at the same time!
It was the ultimate Dutch experience, though. We were going to a football game Netherlands-Slovakia (2:0), I was wearing my Dutch Pride orange t-shirt, and rode on the back of a bike. Suave :)