EltonFrog
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Since getting the brompton home in the early hours of Saturday morning it's consumed most of my weekend doing little jobs (mainly centring around cleaning / waxing / protecting various bits) and short local shakedown rides; in preparation for use on Monday's commute.
While the setup's not ideal it seemed at least viable. I left the house at 07:20 in my cycling gear, a change of clothes and various other necessaries in my main rucksack and my laptop bag in the bike's front granny bagsket. The car's kept a few hundred yards from the house and the bike was already deployed so I rode there.
Five minutes later the bike was collapsed in the boot with bagsket removed and I was off. The drive to the most southerly point of Yarnton took, as expected, about 20 minutes or so and I parked in a gloriously amenible housing estate. Another five minutes or so were spent removing and assembling the bike.
I did consider alternative folders as a stop-gap, but tbh looking at the diminutive Brompton in the boot I think I'd have struggled with owt larger:
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A short ride brought me out onto the stretch of road that's partially responsible for my morning misery in the car; proving so problematic that the satnav insists it's quicker to take a five mile, or in the case of this (Tuesday) morning significanly larger detour to avoid it.
Since I got there relatively early on this occasion the traffic wasn't terrible; however it was already building and at a more "normal" time I suspect it would have been queued for at least a mile or so from the Peartree roundabout into Yarnton.. and that's on top of whichever horrors the A34 might have in store.
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On this morning I had no such concerns as I wafted down the pockmarked cycle path, before crossing over and joining the tow path a few hundred yards down the road - sweet, sweet escape
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It's hard to overstate how welcome the contrast between the usual futile morning hell of anger, frustration and pointless waste and floating along in this lush, green, peaceful utopia..
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It was already warm and as I progressed along the tow path the sun began to break through the clouds and I encountered more tow path users - mooring their boats, walking their dogs or also on their way into town on their bikes. Unsurprisingly everyone seemed chilled and happy; in stark contrast to those who choose to subject themselves to the misery of the roads.
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After many photos stops I finally made it through Wolvercote and into the north end of the city out the back of Jericho..
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... before heading onward into town. It felt very odd to be in the city on a bike at that time in the morning, having started off at home in the car some time earlier.
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A brief stint on the streets took me to the tow path at Head of the River, then onward to Iffley lock and finally work.
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The journey took longer than I'd expected at around 1:45 door-to-door, however that encompassed lots of stops and faffing.. I reckon I could probably get it down to 1:20 or so.
I spent most of the day pretty knackered thanks to the ride on top of a somewhat fraught and sleep-deprived weekend, but it was such a fantastic day I was still looking forward to the ride home
This really is good news, and sounds like a win to me. I expect given time you'll be able to finesse your folding/unfolding car interface operations and get it down to a very smooth operation.
The bike looks fantastic, and the route looks much nicer than staring at the back of another lorry.
Even when the weather becomes inclement I think riding a bike with the right clothing on is going to better than a car commute.