Some days, when there are too many curve balls thrown at you, you just got to grab the bike and head out, just so you can release all the pent-up energy.
Along this ride, I found an old village, the last of its kind in an urban city.
A few weeks ago, a few of us Bromtpon owners volunteered to be bike marshalls for a charity ride. Here, we are waiting for the flag off.
PS: Love that Lynskey.
After marshalling duties, it is time to head home. One of the things I love about Brompton is its compact fold and ability to bring the onboard a train without taking up much space.
Adventures on Brompton 