ZoZuidAs is opgezet door drie jonge vrouwen. Temidden van turbulente tijden zijn wij onze carrière begonnen op de Zuidas als advocates en bankier. Het is geen Londen, het is geen New York, maar de Zuidas staat voor een beetje zakelijke glamour in de polder. Wij beschrijven wat er leeft op die vierkante kilometer kantoorspeeltuin bij het WTC, want we kennen het wel en wee van de Zuidas van binnenuit. De kredietcrisis liet ook de Zuidas niet onberoerd. Na 3 maanden dalende billables en dagelijks terugkerende hyvesmarathons, hadden wij tijd en inspiratie om onze habitat wat beter te bekijken. Onze observaties plaatsen we sinds 2009 online. Geniet ervan en stuur de posts door! Onze stukken verschijnen o.a. in Glamour. Voor tips en commentaar zijn we te bereiken via zozuidas@gmail.com







donderdag 29 juli 2010

Bikers & Bitches

We Dutchies bike. We bike to work, to court, to the club, and then back to bed. Is it the lack of hills? The outrageous cab fares? The risk of submarining into a canal when trying to park a car? Or having to wait up to eight years for a city parking permit?
Who knows? We just don’t know better.

Fresh out of the diapers, every Dutch toddler is equipped with their first Harley: a three wheeler. I remember rolling down the streets on one of these babies at the tender age of three. (OK, no need to get into my street credibility at the time.)

The point is, biking is as quintessentially Dutch as tea is English. We do not even consider it a sport. Biking is to us what the Tube is to the City boys and girls, and the yellow cab is to SJP: a necessary means to get by.

Except, of course, for the group that have taken it to the next level, the few ZuidAs boys and girls, like me, infected with the pan-European virus of the Tour du France. They roam the outskirts of Amsterdam on their velo du course, trying to fool themselves that any acceleration on our fully flat stretches of dry-milled land would compare with the Tourmalet or Mont Ventoux. Silently, they point out bumps in the road to one another. Just making sure none of their team mates get hurt.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the type of biking that is really going on in the Tour at the moment. Operating at the highest level implies fierce competition, right? At least, that’s what we’ve been told when it comes to working for a top notch firm. Call me a girl, but strangely enough I don't get it. Earlier in the Tour, Schleck was angry with Contador for - here it comes - not having waited when his chain fell off. It is a professional competition, right? I doubt whether I would wait for a colleague with a flat tire when riding to work. “See you at the office, and good luck,” would probably be my response. Over the days, Schleck and Contador 'needed to talk'. Apologies were demanded and made. On Thursday, they kissed and made up, and finished together on the Tourmalet as a cuddling symbiosis. Holding hands, rubbing shoulders, patting each other on the back.

Is this top sport? Is this possible?

Why, I may just start Monday morning off with a pat on the back and an unsolicited coffee for my colleague.
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