Gus Carter

Why I’ve fallen out of love with my Brompton

No amount of engineering can overcome this one problem

  • From Spectator Life

In the darkest depths of lockdown, trapped in a subterranean flat in South London, I struck upon an idea: I would buy a bike. I’d had one at university and remembered enjoying the meditative effects of gliding through parks and down streets. It would mean something to do other than fighting over who got to work at the kitchen table or staring mutely at our little telly.

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