Brommie goes Garage Sale-ing
By Martha // Posted 18 May, 2012 in: Bikes, Minneapolis
With a day off ahead of me this morning, I decided I’d take a ride down to Minnehaha Falls before Minneapolis hit 90ºF. I had almost reached Minnehaha Park when I came upon an unattended yard sale. I strayed from the path to take a look at the few items on offer, one of them being a small, three-legged table—a class of tables for which I have an unusually strong attraction.
I liked the table, but without the homeowner to talk to, there wasn’t any way to have him or her hang on to it for me until I could return with the car. A sign read “SALE. Please place money in the mail box.” I was disappointed to read it and realize there was really no one there. But then, I haven’t touched my car since last Saturday, so why use it now? The table was pretty lightweight. How much was this table, anyway? A dollar, it turns out. AND, I had a dollar. How was I supposed to pass up a $1 table? Maybe it could fit in my basket? Yes. Of course it fit in my basket. Everyone knows a Brompton fits anywhere, but as it turns out you can also fit just about anything in a Brompton. Expand that a little bit and you’ll have a new version of my father’s oft repeated, “Everything fits in a Volkswagen.” Here’s proof that just like we don’t need to burn gas to get to work, go to the store, or get to the farmers market, you don’t need a car to go
trash picking garage sale-ing.
So I didn’t make it to Minnehaha Falls, but I did I make it all the way home without a hitch and even got a salute from the Flanders team for my nice ride and nice furniture.