His Brompton folding bike standing watch Steve attempts to make away with this evergreen powered motorboat.
I’m sad to announce the immanent commitment of Brommie Yummie Steve to the Bellevue hospital for the insane…
The tragic story of how one of the Brompton folding bike‘s greatest champions lost his marbles begins with the very folding bike that he so adores. You see, when you fall so deeply in love with a folding bike like the Brompton you begin to realize the possibilities that surround you everyday. And it’s not so unreasonable either when you consider that he’s used to magically turning jumble of metal the size of a briefcase into a full sized bike all day everyday. This may even be one of the emerging signs of folding bike addiction… Who is to say?
I honestly don’t blame Steve for trying to drive that motor boat.
But I’m not really one to judge after all, I ride my Brompton everywhere too. The only explanation I can possibly think of to explain this photo is that Steve thought perhaps he had found a greener form of transportation than the Brompton folding bike. I mean, this boat clearly has little green trees where the engine should be so perhaps Steve thought it was powered by the fresh pine scent. Hey, fry grease worked!
