Leaving the Greenpoint farmers market, I saw a strange, yellow, saddle-less folding bike locked up to a post. I was taking a picture of it when I saw someone in my periphery, waiting for me to finish. I thought it was a conscientious pedestrian; it turned out to be the contraption’s owner, Trevor (with saddle in hand).
I’d never seen a folder quite like this, so I asked him where he got it. “I picked it up in a junk shop in Virginia and brought it here. It’s very convenient – I can put it in a cab if I need to.” I’ve been paying attention to folding bikes ever since I got my Brompton (more on this in a future post), so this definitely peaked my interest.
I asked if he leaves it locked up outside often. “I lock it up all the time. But it’s vintage and this is Williamsburg, so I never leave it out overnight.”