In 2016, I did something I should have done years ago. I bought myself a Brompton. I’d been ogling the marvelous design of this British folding bike for over a decade, but since my daily commute is only a mere 2 km (one way), it was pretty obvious I didn’t need one.
Well, a simple Instagram post regarding the Brompton World Championships convinced me otherwise. It took me three clicks of a mouse to register for the BWC and 19 long days before the ballots were closed and I received a friendly mail telling me I was in!
Can you imagine the look on the face of my local bike seller when I explained him why exactly I wanted a Brompton. Golden! He actually was very supportive and immediately liked the idea of me riding the BWC in London.
Ever since, I pop in his store quite regularly to buy the odd bits and pieces for my bike. Actually, I should say bikes. Plural. Within a period of six months, I bought myself a second Brompton, but that’s another story. Now, every time I walk in to Bart’s store, I see the twinkle in his eyes, hoping to sell me a third Brompton within the year. Who knows?