I love riding my bike in inclement weather. If it’s drizzling and windy and somewhat on the chilly side, I am in my bliss. When I ride through my hood and the leaves swirl around me, my heart doubles in size. I carry my mom with me and am instantly transported to our rides together through The Hague and Scheveningen. Sometimes we each had our own bikes, sometimes I carried her on back. And now that Tulip is mine and we have become fast friends, I love going out and knowing that a warm latte awaits me at my favourite cafe and that the warmth of my radiators will greet me when I get home. Even in the dampest of weather, I sit up tall and I grin and smile from the inside out. I hope to have her always.