Please allow me to introduce myself: I’ve been around this forum for many a long month; you helped solve what was puzzling me and put me on- a pedelec!
My story starts last September. Prompted by receipt of its insurance bill and with its service soon due, I wandered over to the garage sadly to contemplate my motorbike. It sat forlorn and almost unused since it had stopped its daily commute. Much loved it was but it was time to decide: it had to go.
I turned to my pushbike: a magnificent Holdsworth Mistral built up back in 1976. Lots of happy miles had been travelled on its saddle (Brooks of course), but now more than half-a-dozen caused pain rather than pleasure.
Pushing off onto the cycle path, I was pondering my problem when a truly not unattractive lady pedalled serenely past at twice my speed. Catching up (briefly) I noticed her rear wheel sheltered a strange disc. Surely this wasn’t an electric bicycle? The last I’d seen, some ten years ago, were nasty-looking mongrels I hoped never to be forced to mount. It was time to bring myself up to date.
A search of web sites the world over, but mainly this one and one in France (where I live) revealed that electric bikes have moved on. With the motorbike sold I visited several e-bike outlets, tried out their offering and six weeks ago took delivery of she who is well on the way to becoming my new beloved.
So thank you for your advice. The nature of my game is, if I may, to return the favour.
My story starts last September. Prompted by receipt of its insurance bill and with its service soon due, I wandered over to the garage sadly to contemplate my motorbike. It sat forlorn and almost unused since it had stopped its daily commute. Much loved it was but it was time to decide: it had to go.
I turned to my pushbike: a magnificent Holdsworth Mistral built up back in 1976. Lots of happy miles had been travelled on its saddle (Brooks of course), but now more than half-a-dozen caused pain rather than pleasure.
Pushing off onto the cycle path, I was pondering my problem when a truly not unattractive lady pedalled serenely past at twice my speed. Catching up (briefly) I noticed her rear wheel sheltered a strange disc. Surely this wasn’t an electric bicycle? The last I’d seen, some ten years ago, were nasty-looking mongrels I hoped never to be forced to mount. It was time to bring myself up to date.
A search of web sites the world over, but mainly this one and one in France (where I live) revealed that electric bikes have moved on. With the motorbike sold I visited several e-bike outlets, tried out their offering and six weeks ago took delivery of she who is well on the way to becoming my new beloved.
So thank you for your advice. The nature of my game is, if I may, to return the favour.