Well, as you know I have joined the Brompton posse… For parts I feel a little coy about it, because it feels a little silly yet delightful when I get imperceptible nods and hidden smiles from fellow Brompton owners whether I am out riding or waiting at a platform. My friend who owns a Mini told me of such phenomenon.
But what can I do, I have a soft spot for well made, long lasting, British built machines and Brompton is one of them*. We had to get accustomed to each other though, don’t think it was all plain sailing… oh no!
My commuting life has been made so much more enjoyable thanks to this foldy, no more ‘hate stares’ from fellow passengers, which I became accustomed to when taking the Dawes, instead amazement and curiosity, I have struck up plenty of conversations amongst the many delays of train travelling when, instead of letting the blood pressure rising, what better antidote than talking bout bikes, cycling in your everyday clothes and how to get to your office as fresh as a rose (I have been dishing out tips and advice on the joys of slow cycling left, right and centre, to my joy and surprise).
So here’s some shots of life with Brompton (I haven’t joined the posse of the iPhone, so you’ll have to do with my on-its-last-leg camera phone).
*If I still lived in Italy I would be collecting well made, long lasting, Italian built machines…