The pain of Maggie’s loss is abating, helped along by the new man in my life. Say hello to Monty, a dashing M6L. Here he is from the right –
And from the left –
The guy doesn’t have a bad side. Isn’t he handsome? The name popped into my head during our first ride, and I rather like its ambiguity. Which Monty: Clift? Hall [or his problem – former probability geek here]? Field Marshal? Python? All of the above, and no doubt his own personality will emerge more fully as we get acquainted. (For a man so devoted to his stuff, Mr. Unfolded really shouldn’t snicker about my bicycle’s name and gender. Brompton riders know these are more than piles of metal to us.)
I’m already in love. Several upgrades introduced in 2013 have made the ride smoother and steadier. The gearing is quite intuitive to manage, and I look forward to employing all six speeds on the upcoming NYC Century ride. Best of all, the seat is utterly comfortable. Among my sharpest regrets at losing Maggie was that nicely worn Brooks saddle; I expected it would take a while to break in a new one. What a nice surprise!
On Saturday, Monty and I easily scaled a hill that used to make me dismount halfway up. I crowed over our achievement. He was nonchalant.
At his rear is the Specialized Dirt Bag, which earned a thumbs-up from My Orange Brompton. I appreciate its sleekness and capacity, but for everyday riding I’m devoted to the Carradice zip roll. My new one just arrived from Calhoun Cycles in DC and I couldn’t wait to attach it; here’s Monty stashed under my desk at work.
One critical accessory is still needed: a lock. Even if I never have cause to use it, I want one with me for peace of mind.
Sincere thanks to all who offered condolences and advice on Maggie’s theft. I’m ready to move on with my new love!