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The Brompton diaries<br />
An unfolding story<br />
“Bloody Brompton!” I’ve spent the day with the<br />
folding bike I’m trying out, and I’m just about<br />
sick of it. It folds neatly into a portable if-fairlyheavy<br />
unit, but I’ve had one of those days flitting<br />
between Kemptown and London Road and Hove<br />
and Lewes, and it’s nearly midnight, and I’m tired,<br />
and I’m on the train back to <strong>Brighton</strong> and I can’t<br />
remember the order in which it unfolds, and lots<br />
of people are looking at me.<br />
I’ve got the bike for a week though – courtesy of<br />
Freedom Bikes – and something happens on day<br />
two which makes me feel warmer towards the<br />
machine. I meet a friend for a drink in the William<br />
IV pub, and the drink turns into two, and then<br />
three, and then four, and by the end I realise that I<br />
really don’t want to cycle home, and then it comes<br />
to me that – hey! – I can just put the bike in a taxi<br />
and get taken home, so that’s what I do.<br />
Over the week, I get to realise that riding a<br />
Brompton around town is quite fun. It’s a zippy<br />
little thing, and you can turn sharply and weave<br />
in and out of traffic and slip between cars and the<br />
kerb easily, and it’s got six-speed gears which –<br />
while they’re a bit clunky – do work, enabling you<br />
to go up hills with no trouble and get a bit of heft<br />
behind you if you’re going down them. It’s funny<br />
being so close to the ground, but you get used<br />
to it. And it’s damn easy to jump on and off. And<br />
people look at you, because let’s face it, you really<br />
do notice a Brompton.<br />
It’s clear to me from the start that this is a fling<br />
rather than a marriage, because my day is too<br />
bitty to do all that folding and unfolding – you’re<br />
meant to be able to do it in nine seconds but it<br />
tends to take me at least 30 – but I can see why<br />
the Brompton would be Mr Right for people<br />
with a slightly different lifestyle. Commuters, for<br />
example, who wouldn’t otherwise be able to take a<br />
bike on the peak-hour train (Southern are sticklers<br />
on this even on non-busy lines). People who live in<br />
extremely small flats, or have boats in the Marina,<br />
or caravaners who want to take a bike on holiday.<br />
If I could afford it, in fact, I’d buy a Brompton just<br />
for the occasions that it would come in useful.<br />
On my last Brompton day I cycle from <strong>Brighton</strong><br />
into Lewes. There’s a headwind, and I manage to<br />
get into the slipstream of this guy on a racer in<br />
tights and clip-on shoes, and I can tell he’s aware<br />
of me, and he can’t shake me though he tries a few<br />
times, and after the Coldean junction traffic lights<br />
I realise I’ve got the legs on him and I overtake<br />
him on the hill, and lose him and I can hear him<br />
think… “Bloody Brompton.”<br />
Alex Leith<br />
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