I crack open a beer as my friend Jan pulls up on his motorbike.
It’s high summer in Holland – a dry and sweltering 35 degrees Celsius – and I’m sitting in the shade behind my house.
Been looking forward to see Jan, it’s been months.
He steps off the bike and the first thing I do after giving him a big hug is push a cold can on him.
The helmet and the sweat have plastered his hair flat against his head and around his face.
“Hang on, let me take this off first”.
I sit back down and watch him peel his leather biker suit off him. Zippers left and right, straps and buckles, boots and gloves…
He must be absolutely boiling in that suit.