For the past several years it’s been collecting dust in the garage at the top of a hill. The few times I’ve ridden it recently I found myself reaching for a throttle that wasn’t there, expecting an electric assist to get me up the hill like that big purple bathtub. But all I had were 8 gears triggered by 37’s gifted shifter. Which worked great living in the CD with very small kids and groceries, even pony kegs from the Elysian were slowly doable.
But that shit is so 12 years ago bro.
you may ask yourself
how did I get here?
When you get to be my age, living on the edge of Skyway, as lazy as electric assist cargo bikes let me be at work all day, the last thing I want to do – at the end of the day or the end of the week -- is go for a bike ride, a cargo bike ride. Even if this CETMA was juiced up, where would I take it? Why would I take it there?
This bike has moved on to another family with a tiny kid.
PS: Last week I rode home on a bike. No train ride, just a slow bike ride all the way to Rainier Beach, juiced up, but only on beer. I was waiting at the light at Jackson & MLK when a dude on an electric Bullitt flew by going 25 uphill. He looked at me for a second and sized me up on my sad little analog bike.
I know a guy that rides a Bullitt all around town with no assistance as in electric. He does gardening and landscaping and urban horticulture. And I have more respect for that than ever, now that I ride a motorized Bullitt all day.
I’m not just shit talking. I’m talking to myself and trying to feel better about saying goodbye to the CETMA.
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