Everyone’s path to owning their own Brompton (or “Brommie”) is different… here I’ve shared my own Brompton story.
As long as I can remember, I’ve always had a bike. But until very recently, Iwouldnever have imagined owning anything like my latest acquisition… a Brompton.
We rode a lot as kids – either just around our front yards with the kids next door, or on family rides from Mt Gravatt (a suburb on Brisbane’s south side where we lived) to Stones Corner and back, or through Toohey’s Forest, or sometimes over to Annerley to meet Dad riding home from work, and once or twice into the city – that was always a big ride.
Things were made a bit easier when the bike path along the South East Freeway was put in, but going home was alwaysharder than coasting away downhill, whatever our destination. Living on hill also meant there was a good chance you’d find…
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