Today I took Mr Freight for a spin, running errands. Well, not that many. Coffee and groceries.
It looked gloomy outside, dark clouds, wind, but I figured (as always): it comes and it goes, who cares. So I got on…leaving my umbrella at home. I needed that hand for something more important.
Mr Freight makes even more sense than Spartacus. At first I couldn’t put my finger on it, but now I know it has to do with the sheer / type of comfort of the ride. Regular Dutch bikes, sturdy as these lovely creatures are, are a far cry from mountain bikes with suspension. 
Why do I bring up this gastly far-removed cousin, you ask? Mr Freight bridges the gap between worrying about potholes and annoying curbs and even glass splinters on the road (as I found out last evening), and the terrain ability equivalent of Land Rovers.
Sure, a little over the top, but close enough to the truth. I was so stunned and smitten by it, I actually smiled when the weather turned supposedly ‘nasty’. Yeah, let’s do the rain test as well. Weeeeee…!
Photo slide show ‘Beautiful Fall‘:
WHAT TO DO NOW?