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In mid June 2002 Lucent moved office from Anderlecht to Grand Begard. The office in Anderlecht was a not unpleasent 20 minute tram ride away or just 25 minutes direct on foot. The new office is right on the western edge of the outer ring road in a very inaccessable industrial estate (except by car of course). By tram it's well over an hour with two changes. Even by car it's quite a slog. Obviously as a non car driver I had to sort out some alternative transport.
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I'd seen Brompton folders in action on Thames Trains services when I was commuting from Reading to Slough in the UK. After a couple of glasses of wine I came up with a hair-brained scheme to ride part of the way and use the tram for the rest. The Brompton folds up to such a small portable size that it seemed like a possibility. After a quick test run I found the trip could be done and done in a much faster time than walking with the tram and in fact not in a bad time compared to a car. The tram service is rather sporadic but since I've sussed out some alternative routes things have got a lot easier, I basically have two tram options the 82 or the 83 (see pictures below and left). Both use the same route, the 82 goes further but runs less often and the 83 runs more frequently but often stops only halfway to the final destination of Berchem. The only downside is that this has so far been a un-characteristicly rain-free summer. A turbulent Belgian autum may force me to alter my plans. Of course I could have taken the Vespa and solved all my problems in one go but the scooter still has a UK number plate and the process of Belgo-fying it so complicated that I'd rather use a push bike and get fit at the same time. |
After two weeks of commuting I'm doing ok. Today (the 8th of July 2002) I made it all the way up the last hill to our house. We live in "Altitude Cent" named for the fact that it's 100 meters above sea level and is the highest point in Brussels. Not a good location for an un-fit born-again cyclist like me to be living in. Making it to the top was a big thing for me as I'd been slowly getting further and further up the hill each day ("ok this time it's to the green lamp post","past the green lampost now on to the corp diplomatic parking","there goes the corp diplomatic parking, the lamp post with the red graffiti is in sight"). Until today when I passed all three of my land marks and was within 20 meters of the summit, how could I stop? If you've seen the movie "The Hill" with Sean Connery and Roy Kinnear you'll know what I'm talking about. |
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The model of Brompton I bought is slightly different to the one shown above. For a start mine has a white rear frame, front forks and stem. It also has 6 gears in an arrangement unique (I think) to the Brompton. It has a Sturmey Archer style 3-speed hub and a 2 ring rear derailliuer. An odd system but it works very well. The system of folding the bike takes a bit of practice but once you've got the swing of it it looks rather impressive. There's nothing like jumping off the tram at a busy Gare du Midi, unfolding the bike and pedalling off down the street to the amusment and bewilderment of more conventional passengers. I'm having a little trouble ajusting to the Bromptons small wheels and narrow high pressure tires. All of my previous steeds have been either BMX's or mountain bikes, perfect for the rubbish-strewn chewed up cobbled streets of Brussels but impossible to get onto a tram. Unfortunatly I sometimes forget that the Brompton, whilst sturdy is not quite as robust.
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