What started out as a twitter punt, soon became reality less than seven days later.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) March 4, 2012
The good @zemblamatic – who I actually know offline – had a Brompton stored away in his garden shed that was now surplus to his own bicycling needs. A quick agreement on price, and woh – job’s a good ‘un.
Have Brompton, will travel.
All the way to… London. Grrrrr.
I don’t think that the Brompton is going to see much action around these North Essex estuary wilds. She’s purely for the London commute. It was starting to get a little *ahem* congested taking the Moulton Deluxe on the commuting train. Greater Anglia regulations are fine with the arrangement. My fellow commuters understandably not so.
My in-built bicycle mechanism is set to be a Moulton Man by default. Being a Brompton Boy shouldn’t be anywhere on my bicycling agenda. But for all the marvels of Dr Alex’s half a Century old frames fixed together with a block of rubber, sadly the F frames weren’t designed for the demands of modern day commuter travel.
Regular catch ups with the good Cllr Tile of Wivenhoe Town Council during the commute led to the slight Brompton envy. The good Cllr is a man that is as lean with his bicycling space as he is at balancing the Town Council budget. Meanwhile my Moulton was rubbing up the First Class customers the wrong way, poking through into their sacred space.
I’ve given the Brompton a roll out of sorts, from Sunny Colch, up Boundary Road and back towards Wivenhoe. The two-speed hub was perfectly adequate for the Cat 1 climb that is Col de Essex University. As with all mini-wheelers, the tyres are pumped up to the max; a light touch is applied to the brakes.
Gotta keep rolling…
Colchester Cycles have been superb in offering advice and a little service. Finding a dedicated Brompton seller in the region is going to prove invaluable. I’ve already added a new seat, replaced an inner tube and have a little spoke tinkering on the To Do list to come.
I accept that a Brompton Boy may not be as gracious as the Moulton Man look that has characterised my bicycling needs of late. But sometimes it’s not all about the bike. Sometimes it’s all about the train and what you can get away with in the cattle truck.
I have little of the former (not now, anyway) but plenty of the latter. Especially when my latest bicycling love is now a folder.