I scarcely dare say it .... but I think this bike might be finished. And finally the gods of bicycle restoration smiled on me.
I tentatively wired up a cheapo new bottle dynamo to the original (and fabulous) headlight and the new (and ugly) tail light, then spun the front wheel obviously expecting absolutely nothing to happen. After all, the internal wiring had been redundant probably for the best part of 30 years. It was bound to corroded. Or broken. Or incomplete. Or something. Because everything on this bike was broken.
But no! Light! Electricity! Be still my beating heart! My bike produced actual electricity! Honestly, if my one-year-old daughter started walking tomorrow, I don't think I'd feel the same level of pride and relief as I did at that moment.
So, time for some finishing touches. A little Gazelle badge at the bottom of the rear mudguard (I was clearly too excited to drill the holes straight) and some totally garish pipe-cleaners around the hubs, for that authentic Dutch touch. In orange, obviously.
No, the tail-light I bought doesn't fit under that protection loop thingy. Shoot me.