This day didn't start off very promising. It would be a grey and rainy day; one of those days you just have to get through and then usually forget about as soon as you drink a beer with colleagues, or you've taken your warm shower at home.
After delivering some companies their P.O.-box mail, my next delivery was a book from Utrecht's biggest local bookstore. A customer that's still fairly new to us, so people are sometimes still somewhat surprised when they see a bikemessenger at their doorstep delivering the books they ordered.
A very enthusiastic woman living on the ground floor of a porch house opened the door, and after gratefully taking the package out of my hands, she asked: "You have one of those cargobikes, right? Can I please see it?" Happily surprised by this question, I told her I had to disappoint her a little because I didn't bring the 'real' one (the big blue monstrosities we use for the bigger stuff) as she was probably expecting, but that I would gladly show her my own, smaller, bike.
This suggestion was answered with an unchanged amount of excitement from her end, so I went outside to get my bike and rolled it through the front door of the building. What followed was a nice and sweet conversation fully in appreciation and admiration of my bike.
After showing off and answering some questions, I went on my way. On the sidewalk in front of the building, I ran into a guy who said: "Straffe fiets!" Which is kind of a funky way to say you have a cool bike in Dutch. He must have been surprised by how happily I received the compliment, as I was still broadly smiling from the conversation with the lady in the doorway three seconds before.
Rain? Grey skies? Not where I was cycling 🌞✨️
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