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Cycling is a mode of being. Forget cars and noisy motorcycles. Can’t get enough of the many pretty churches with their spires, the tulip fields, the daffodils, the sublime hyacinths in pristine white,rose, blue and purple.  Mysterious forests, lovely lakes, romantic castle ruins, fishing boats close to shore.  And then there are these ancient-looking bulls that go into the ponds full of cranes, duck, geese and cormoran.  Relaxing at a tulip farm behind glass window panes — sleep-inducing “window weather”!  Can it get any better?