• Juicy colors

    New Juicy colors

    Ocean Blue, Sunset, Morning Green en Forest; they just make you want to go for a ride!

  • Passion for bicycles

    Passion for bicycles
    and love for quality

    Bicycle fan Robbert Rutgrink founded Santos in 1997 in his fathers shed.

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Santos Bikes

Santos is a small independent bicycle brand with passion for bicycles and love for quality. It started in dad's barn in a small town in a Dutch region, famous for tulips. Nowadays a team of 20 bicycle enthusiasts work dayly to fullfill the bicycle dreams of Santos customers. We all are cyclists and ride dayly. Open for input and feedback from other bikers, we quickly find out which ideas work and which do not and get new ideas. We like top quality parts and often devellop or modify them ourselves. Our own R&D department with bike crazy engineers takes care of that. One thing you will not find at Santos is an assembly line. Every mechanic has his own workplace and builds your bike from start to finish. Just like how it started in 1997.

Are you interested to hear the full story? Pop in for a chat or testride, we are opened every friday from 9:00 to 17:00. Do you prefer to get personal advice from a Santos specialist? Book a Santos specialist for a two hour exclusive tour. You can expect to hear all about Santos, get answers to your questions, help with all the options we offer and, off course, make plenty of test rides. Over 100 test bikes are waiting for you.

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Our bicycles

The various Santos Series, for unique riders


Lite Serie Lite Series

Beautifully crafted and well balanced; your perfect partner to work, weekend out or holiday.


Power Serie  Power Series

Bikes with power.
Ideal for holidays or commuting.



Mountain Serie Mountain Series

Mud eaters. Light and fast.
Bikepacking, why not?



Tandem Serie  Tandem Series

Same speed,
on holiday or around the world.



Urban Serie Urban Series

Into town, onto the boulevard
you go with this bike.



Would you like to visit Santos?

Every Friday we are open from 9.00 to 17.00 and you can visit us, even without an appointment.

It can be busy in our showroom. If you would like personal advice from one of the Santos employees, please make an appointment.

In two hours time we will tell you all about Santos, help you with the many assembly options and you can do extensive test riding on more than 100 test bikes we have available for you to try.

If Fridays won't suit you, we are happy to accomodate you on another day. Call or email us if you would like to make an appointment.

Friday 13/07: SHOWROOM OPEN
Friday 20/07: SHOWROOM OPEN
Friday 27/07: SHOWROOM OPEN
Friday 03/08: SHOWROOM OPEN

Or visit one of the Santos World Stores?

Enter the world of Santos in your area. The World Store is the Santos specialist who knows everything about Santos and is more than happy to advice you and help you to customize your own Santos.

Just drift off with the more than 20 Santos bikes, compare the different Rohloff, SON and Pinion colors and simply feel the Santos beltdrive. Or grabe one of the 58 Santos colors on life size frame tubes, that you can take outside, to really see what your favorite color looks like in sunlight.

For personal advice you can make an appointment with one of the Santos specialists.

  Santos World Store Santos specialist Telephone number
Test Center lijst
  • Sector2bikes (ook Test Center)
  • Bart or John 0318-503802
  • Rob's BikeCenter
  • Rob or Eric 010-5912318
  • 2 Wielercentrum Beuningen
  • Marco 024-6751570
  • Cycle you Amsterdam
  • Jan Willem 020-6277726
    De Fietser Hoogwoud
    Aart 0226-753698
  • De Pedaleur
  • Carolien or Maik 0314-330921
  • Fietsen Jurgen (Belgium)
  • Vanessa or Jurgen +32(0)15419097
  • Henk Baars
  • Sjan or Henk 013-5042379
  • Herwerden Way to Bike
  • Eddie or Tom 070-3861719
  • John Knoops Passion for Bikes
  • John or Martijn 0492-663519
  • Xycletracx
  • John 038-4524343

    Latest News

    About our bicycles and their riders

    As if I never left

    It has only been two weeks since I got on my new bicycle in Tilburg to head south. First into Belgium, then France, England and Wales. Now I’ve arrived to Fishguard, my last stop before getting on the ferry to Ireland.

    Only two weeks and I’ve seen and experienced so much and met so many people. How did I do that, putting two weeks of bike travel into one blog?

    Let’s start at the beginning. On September 13 I woke up in Tilburg while the wind was blowing fiercely around the house. Rain came and went but it was mainly the strong winds that made it unpleasant to go out. Nonetheless I packed my new Ortliebs on the bike and put on my bike shorts hoping that would tempt the sun to come out and play. My mum and me got on our bikes, heads into the wind.

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    We reached the town square in Turnhout, our traditional place to say goodbyes, at 33km after almost 3 hours of riding. I had planned to visit the company that provided me with extensive new clothing by Sportful and deliver some cake and then carry on to a friend of mine in Mechelen to spend the evening and night. It re-appeared to me that bike travel and ambitious tight planning don’t go very well together, specially not when there are gusts of 75km/h predicted. I gave in and decided to hop on a train to cover a part of the route that day so I could still make the visits as planned.

    Not a great way to start an ambitious bicycle trip.

    That feeling disappeared quickly when I arrived at my friend’s house and we sat down on some comfy Indian pillows, still pretty tired from fighting the storm, sharing a great meal and getting beaten a game of chess. I refreshed my memory about how great a shower feels after an intense bikeride that leaves you cold and sweaty with your jacket sticking to your skin.

    A wonderful way to start a beautiful bicycle trip.



    I got to Dunkerque within three days time and the next day I saw the white cliffs of Dover appear at the horizon. England! The vigorous winds had calmed and as I got off the boat in Dover I could start my riding in a t-shirt. That evening I ate a sober pasta without sauce, hoping that the routine of what goes where in my panniers and always having some food to cook would soon come back.

    I cycled along the south coast of England enjoying the mainly dry weather and even bits of sunshine. Very different from what I had prepared to find myself in. Through Facebook I had received a few invitations from people who follow my trip and live in England. One of them was sort of on my way and I was happy to accept the invitation which resulted in a great meeting with a fellow bike fanatic and his family.





    The next day I cycled to Portsmouth from where I took the ferry to the Isle of Wight, a 20 by 20km diamond shaped island with about 150.000 inhabitants. I was a guest with Mark who lives on an old boat in the harbour of Newport. In the evening I joined him for a Scottish dance class, where I lowered the average age by about 30 years. The passionate and undoubtedly talented teacher in kilt was struggling to keep his balance standing on one foot and I could hardly understand a word of his instructions but nonetheless he kept the pace in which we were expected to pick up the new routines very high. Halfway the evening I was the first to give up and sink down on a chair on the sideline, rapidly gratefully followed by some older ladies.

    During my ‘rest’day we went around the island by bus and foot and I ate fresh fish & chips as the sea wind blew my hair in my face.


    In the days that followed I cycled north towards Gloucester (pronounced Glòstuh, not Glouwchester, I was taught). England has a extensive cycling route network. I followed bits over different routes. The intensity of the routes, I was told, should be based on what a teenage girl with a average condition would be able to cycle comfortably. I’ve humped and bumped over rocks, pushed my bike through mud and up ascents of 20% and plowed through high grass. Sometimes guided by signs, sometimes relying on Google Maps. I got annoyed at times but I mostly enjoyed it thoroughly. I’ve only had to ride on main roads for some kilometers a few times. For the biggest part I was riding tracks and narrow quiet roads through fields and villages.




    Before getting to Wales I had done quite a bit of climbing on the bike, but now the real work was about to start. I wanted to cross the National Park ‘Brecon Beacons‘. WarmShowers hosts had assured me that it would be easier to wild camp there. Still 95% of the time I was surrounded by farmland and therefor I ended up camping in fields after asking the farmer for permission. Interesting to see how their response differed from the responses I got in eastern Europe at the time, where I was always invited for a meal and sometimes even to sleep inside. Here they just wished me ‘a good evening’. Though just as I turned around the lady farmer told me: ‘Just pop over to the house if you need anything!’



    After an intense last day to Fishguard I accepted the invitation to come to a pub where live folk music would be played. Men and women sat in a circle with varying instruments, mainly strings, some flutes, accordions and harmonicas. They played and sang folksongs from Wales and Ireland, joining in with whoever started a tune. It was a great experience to get an insight into a community where people meet up to make music together every Tuesday night, some already for over 20 years.


    So, we’ve been on the road for two weeks now, my new bicycle and me. A monster, is what both I and some other cycling enthusiasts have called him. And he is! A good 35 kilos of bagage and me to carry, no problem, he’s still stable like a motorbike. Rocks and bumps, he rolls on smoothly. No ascent or descent is too steep, no road is too bad and now load too heavy… but he sometimes forgets who’s in the saddle, who’s his engine and has to keep him on track. A little woman that weights just about the same as him and his packs. So we’ve crashed twice now, nothing big, a lack of technique on my side, getting used to this stallion. He knows he’s handsome, strong and rugged, now I have to tame him and teach him to follow my lead.

    Tomorrow we’re taking the ferry to Ireland. The winds blow fiercely and the rain drips down the windows. Autumn is here, undeniable. I’ll enjoy the comfort of a bed tonight, cause it seems there aren’t too many coming up in the weeks to come.

    My journey has started again.
    As I was listening to some podcasts and music yesterday, while riding, tears came to my eyes several times, and as I reached the top of yet another climb they rolled down my cheeks for a moment. The stories and lyrics touched me deeply. There is no place where I am as vulnerable and strong at the same time as on my bicycle.

    After 2,5 months at home base I’m on my way again. It feels as if I never left.

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