I love Moultons. No idea why though. There used to be a guy who took one on the Shields Ferry about fifteen years ago, and I’d always find myself casting it sidelong glances of deepest longing. Makes you realise why Victorians insisted on properly attired table legs*.
But what is it about them? Sure, that space frame construction is sorta cool, but I used to be a manufacturing engineer. So what I see is a whole bunch of expensive preparation and welds in awkward positions.
Then there’s that whole disassembly thing. You can take a Moulton to pieces! Well, yes, technically. The cables have special connectors in them, and with a few turns of some screw things, the frame separates into two parts. But then what? Having carried a folded Brompton, I suppose the Moulton has the advantage that you can have half in each hand, so you walk more balanced? But convenient? No, not really.
Apparently they ride well, and do pack down into a small space. Yeah – blah, blah, blah.
ANYWAY… this guy was at the Cycle Hub the other weekend, so I just HAD to take a photo. Like I said, I love Moultons:
*Not really – that whole Victorian prudishness around furniture thing: Myth.