When I picked up a folding bike, it was for a fairly mundane reason - I wanted to be able to keep up my bicycle exercise even when traveling or when a bike rack was impractical. I have ridden my folder in Connecticut, New Jersey, Delaware, and hope to ride in upstate New York in a few months. But for others, a "foldy" is more than a practical choice, it is a philosophy and a way of life. Bicycling Magazine has a Woody Allen-esque story of nihilism and alienation in the big city, starring one man and his new folding bike. I wouldn't call it "uplifting", exactly, but a life on two wheels did show the author a way out of his bleak existence.
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