One thing I really looked forward to, once I had Basil, was being able to put him in the trunk of my car when it goes in for service. (Or any of our cars; a Brompton will fit into the tiniest of spaces!)
The other day, I dropped off the car (a taillight was out and it was time for an oil change), and went for a ride. That’s Basil, above, in front of the garage, with his front bag stuffed after I’d completed a few errands.
When I retrieved the car, I spied this exotic creature. It belongs to one of the mechanics. The geometry boggles the mind, doesn’t it? (I was so bedazzled that I actually cut off the tops of those handlebars. They are taller than they appear here. Much taller.)
I understand it’s ridden mostly on the beach, which seems prudent (sand upon which to land). I got to see a demonstration in the shop, though, so I can testify to its rideability — at least in the hands of its skilled owner.
Note: discerning readers may observe that Basil’s M bag has a new flap. It’s a fail, mostly because it’s not heavy enough. This one goes back to the drawing board. Grrr.
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“This one goes back to the drawing board. Grrr”
If you’re going to play the game, you have to be ready to fall on your face; however, since you are a real biker, you know this already.
Grumbling or not, the truth is that there’s no progress without an error or two!