So there I am, at the end of a 100km road ride, just the last little dig up a short hill before a fast drop to home. I’m tanking it, I mean sur la plaque ****; it’s been a fast ride and I’m balls to wind, on the rivet, giving it every last bit I’ve got. I crank past this guy on a 29er mountain bike; I manage to gasp a ‘mornin’ and I steam past. I’m feeling good. Just another few hundred meters to the crest and I’m home.
And then….l
What the very ****!?! 😯
This guy, who must be joe blow average (with not one iota of disrespect intended) comes sailing past me. Not just sailing past me, but nonchalantly sailing past me.
‘Good morning’ he says without the merest hint of effort.
Honestly I said out loud ‘What the **** is this?’, like it couldn’t possibly be happening.
Then I notice the BB area.
Huge. Like really huge. Like a gearbox bike huge. Then it hit me.
That’s no gear box. It’s a f****in electric motor! 😀
Indeed it was. I caught him up on the drop and we had a chat. He was grinning when I implored him to confirm it was an electric bike, which he eventually did, but only after he’d toyed with me a little first.
Thing is, this was a full suss, pucker 29er; not some Halfords special.
Anyway, made us both grin. Which was nice. 😀