When I sat down to write up our 5 Boro Tour, Mr. Diarist pointed out that storms were on the way, and that, if I wanted to ride Basil to the market, I’d better do it sooner, rather than later. Forsaking my bloggerly duties, then, I headed out the door.
In the week we were gone, our suburban world had changed enormously. Spring was no longer a half-hearted hint.
The sky was fantastic: Mr. Diarist had been right about the storm. Nonetheless, one must have veggies.
Basil’s Brompton “basket” is very deep. Thanks to the wonderful luggage block — which is mounted on the frame, not the handlebars — weight in the front does not affect either handling or steering adversely. Or at all, really.
This was an emergency run, so I bought bulk stuff. There was room for plenty more — including the milk that I forgot. No matter; forgetting something is a good excuse for another ride — after the storm passes.