I took the Delite on a short shopping excursion, and later stopped in for some southern barbecue at a local establishment. There was a group of 6 or 7 blue collar workers seated in the outdoor patio area, near where I had parked the bike. During my meal, I noticed the curious glances towards my machine. One guy even stood and walked over to get a closer look. I finished before them, and as I walked to the bike, donning my helmet, I gave a friendly “How’s it going”.
“We were checking out the belt drive on your bike. By the way, where did you get that? And how much did it cost?” The questions poured forth. I answered their questions, pointing out that e-bikes are a big thing in Europe unlike here in the states. The older ones in the group seemed dismissive, but I recognized the stares among the younger ones. I had had the same desirous stare when a friend had shown up with his new Chevy SS 396. A longing, knowing you can’t have one now, but maybe one day.
“We were checking out the belt drive on your bike. By the way, where did you get that? And how much did it cost?” The questions poured forth. I answered their questions, pointing out that e-bikes are a big thing in Europe unlike here in the states. The older ones in the group seemed dismissive, but I recognized the stares among the younger ones. I had had the same desirous stare when a friend had shown up with his new Chevy SS 396. A longing, knowing you can’t have one now, but maybe one day.