My evening date was at a pizza restaurant in town. Living in a suburb 8 km from the city centre, my plan was to park the car on parking lot for commuters in Hangelar and take the city train (line 66) to Bonn.
Seconds before arriving at the car park, the train came and left me frustrated behind.
The next train would go half an hour later, precisely at the time of my date in the restaurant.
I decided to ride my Brompton folder which I was carrying as usual in the trunk of my car.
The rest of the story is evident: I pedalled 7 kilometers to Bonn, where I found my place in the restaurant and put my Brompton unobtrusively under the table. I had enjoyed a nice ride in this early spring evening and I had made it to my date, hungry for a tasty pizza.