Much to my surprise, I looked up on the train the other day to see a friendly gent, with Brompton, settling into the compartment Basil and I were sharing.
His is a titanium one-speed with S bars. It’s five years old, and he originally acquired it to solve the “last mile” problem: Getting to work from the train when walking wasn’t the best option. He has another Brompton, also, and told me, happily, that his experience had convinced four co-workers to buy Bromptons, too.
My fellow commuter’s B has the same yellow body as Basil, but the extremities are titanium — a rather good shade, itself — rather than Basil’s Racing Green, or another of Brompton’s many color choices. The Brompton name is inside an oval, as opposed to Basil’s rectangular decal.
We had a great conversation, and I was very pleased to learn that there are at least four Bromptons commuting on this stretch of regional rail. Even with two Bromptons in the compartment, there’s plenty of room for more.
Only the day before, for the first time ever, I’d seen another Brompton in Philadelphia. I was just getting off the train, and the fellow carrying his Turkish Green B was also heading for the stairs. We gave each other knowing nods, and went our separate ways.