You want to know about Brompton riders, i'll tell you about Brompton rides, low down heels, one and all.
I was sitting in a queue of traffic on the Kings Road the other evening, minding my own business, blipping the throttle of my supercar, when i noticed an altercation starting on the pavement; an elderly, generously proportioned, eccentrically dressed gentleman was in physical dispute with what seemed to be a bouncer from a nearby bar, who seemed to be trying to gently persuade the gentleman to go on his way and take his business else where; but the gentleman was clearly having none of it, it flared up, as these things sometimes do when alcohol has been taken, and the gentleman became quite animated, which caused his rather fine and large multi-coloued louche hat to fly off into the road, at which point I saw a Bromton rider flash cross at high speed in front of me, zip through two streams of stationary traffic, come to a halt, pick up the hat, put on his head, and then ride off at even higher speed, (no doubt late for his evening shift in the City of London, eh Bob ?). All this unnoticed by the gentleman / owner, who at this time was trying to lay about the bouncer's head with a supermarket bag full of his worldly possessions. I wonder what he thought the next morning when he went to put his hat on, wonder if he remembered, and loudly cursed Brompton Riding hat sneak thieves everywhere.
Isn't stealing a man's hat a hanging offence in some states ?