Bromptons don’t have kickstands; Basil has a rear rack, instead, which supports him in a semi-recumbent position:
It was an especially quiet day at the train station, although 30th Street is rarely as crowded as Penn Station or Grand Central in New York.
My helmet (a Nutcase Watermelon) is hanging from Basil’s handlebars, along with a pair of winter lobster-claw gloves. They look a bit carbuncular here.