Oh yes. Also, amazing European bike-riding skills anywhere outside Copenhagen or Amsterdam require a large smile, to be turned on any time you want to Jedi-mind-trick a driver into doing exactly what you want him to do. For best effects, wear either a floppy brightly coloured skirt while riding a city bike, or a tight jersey on a roadbike *grin*

I still maintain that the portion of our epic five-hour roadbike ride last Thursday that required most bike-handling skills was neither the sill stoplight-infested ascent of 'Heartbreak Hill' nor the breathtaking descent from Bergen-Enkheim that always has me singing Carmina Burana at the top of my lungs to keep my nerves in check, but the bit coming back into the city: the options here are a two-lane bike trail that's full of cyclists on any given day (but especially on a public holiday in May because those seem to come with a subconscious imperative to Germans to get on their bikes, whether or not they do so the rest of the year), and the riverside path that's a great exercise in pedestrian slalom, identify-the-interesting-smelling-foodstuff, clipping in and out of your pedals on the fly, and saying 'ding!' rather melodiously while swearing that next time, you are getting a bell for that roadbike :D