Bald eagle population on the rise here in the U.S. I'd seen very few live until the past few years. Now I see them somewhat regularly. They are stunning. Ospreys aren't a bad watch, either.
Something I'd never seen, however, was an electric bike pulling past me on my mtb ride. The access to the trails that I most commonly ride is an unpaved path of dirt. Stones strewn across and pounded down every couple of years so the mandatory utility trucks can get to towers and lines. It's all up hill. A good way to get the heart pumping before cutting off into the trails at the top of the climb.
Today, as I'm climbing, I hear some stones turning beneath tires and turn around to see a guy who was probably my age-ish (maybe a bit younger), long baggy sweat pants, big back pack, tie dye shirt. No huffing or puffing. Just some sort of pedaling that wasn't the kind of pedaling I'm used to and some random clicking of 'gears' that he couldn't seem to figure out. Didn't matter 'cause the 'bike' just kept ascending at the programmed rate with or without his awareness. As I watched him pull away, there was no change in cadence as the terrain changed nor sign of increased effort on the part of the rider due to increased incline. He just kept going up. It really wasn't a mtb. And he was not a mtb rider. This guy could no more have gotten up that hill on a bicycle than I could have on a unicycle. As he passed, no eye contact, no acknowledgement of the pass (you cross paths with some one on a trail, you acknowledge them.) He was probably embarrassed. In my estimation, he had no place being on that trail with that 'bike.' I squeeze every freaking thing I can out of myself to get up and down those trails. Sometimes I do ok, sometimes I don't. Gauging fitness, etc. I felt that if this guy were to go home and tell someone he had ridden those trails on a bike, it would be an untruth.
I guess I had this on my mind since the other day when I saw another guy booking along on the side of a highway that connects my town and the one (better stated,
one of the ones) where I go to drink good beer. Cycling on those roads tends to be hard. Going long distances on flat highway calls for conditioning. How hard to go at it, when to go at it hard and when not to go at it hard. All that know how is born from hours in the saddle. The guy I saw had no idea what it took to get from one place to the other on that road. He was using his vehhicle as an easy, quick form of transportation. 'Easy, quick form of transprotation' does not appear in the definition of 'bicycle.'
I'm sure some will take offense at this post, but now my personal opinion is that ebikes are not bikes. I'm meeting up with a childhood buddy who has three ebikes. He's into them. One is for mtb riding. I'll be heading down for a long ride there next weekend. He wants to ride with me. Jeez. Not happening. Want to ride with me? Get a bike.