BIG ADVENTURES ON A SMALL ISLAND
@OliSmithTravel
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WHAT KIND OF BIKE WAS I LOOKING for? The man in the bike shop pointed me towards racing bikes with wind tunnel-tested aerodynamics and feather-light carbon frames. He showed me mountain bikes with bespoke suspension for shredding downhills. Until I explained my main technical specification: that it fit in my cupboard between the ironing board and a box of Christmas decorations. Only a folding bike would do.
Four years on, I still love my Brompton bike: every time I get it out, with a dusting of tinsel, I get a frisson of excitement. My mates who are serious cyclists scoff at my bike. They say it’s something a monkey might choose to do laps of the circus. That it’s the crap cousin of the Transformers, with all the silliness of a penny farthing. Above all, they point out, folding bikes are used by commuters on the slog from the station to their offices.