The Folding Bike Returns

The folding bike hasn't made many appearances here lately. The Mate's schedule of late makes it harder to spend five hours in a day in transit, even if it's five largely productive hours. It just gets me home too late.

Today I tested the trusty steed as a beast of burden to get groceries home from Whole Foods. I was worried the bag on the back would fall off the first time I hit a pothole, but it all worked out fine across Houston Street and back.

I pulled up next to a guy on a Vespa at one intersection. He peeled out when the light changed, but we both cracked up when I caught up to him again at the next traffic light.