Basil Goes to PT
It wasn’t much of an outing, but Basil went to physical therapy with me the other day. The idea was to make sure that the geometry of cycling on my Brompton coincided appropriately with the geometry my body needs to function well.
Basil checked in with me at the front desk, and then fit neatly under a table in the office until it was time for his turn.
His seat angle needs a bit of tweaking to optimize the configuration, and there may be an H handlebar in our future, but, for now — or, more accurately, for when I can ride again in six months or so — this small change should prove effective.
It made me unreasonably happy just to see Basil out of his closet and into the wide world once again — even though we weren’t going to be taking off together. The resumption of our former, wonderful, life can’t happen soon enough . . .