. . . he’s my Brompton!
Dr. Diarist hefted Basil recently — Basil with his Ergon grips; his Zefal toe clips; his sleek water bottle cage; and his stocked under-saddle bag (all weighing mere ounces!) — and Argyll, still lacking any customization at all.
“That Basil’s really a porker, isn’t he?” said Dr. Diarist.
(I carry Basil on stairs unfolded. For a short person like me — and sometimes for others, too — that geometry is just right. And easy. And would be even if Basil were a little zaftig! Which, just for the record, he is not!)