I had a cracking day out on the bike on Fathers Day – the best gift I could’ve asked for was a chance to go for a long ride. Caught the train up to Berowra, screamed down to Berowra Waters, across the ferry, up and over to Wisemans, then back down River Rd, meandering next to the Hawkesbury River through layers of history and past endless waterskiing resorts. I finished up at Windsor then sat on the train to get home.
It was a little over a century, so nothing to brag about, but the longest day I’ve had on my Brompton so far, and a solid vindication of the capabilities of these fantastic little bikes. I was happy to have some bar-ends, big pedals and lowered gearing, but the bike performed flawlessly and ate up the tarmac and dirt, and served to remind me that most bikes do most things pretty well.