SpacedCowboy
New Member
So yesterday I bought an izip path plus. I'd taken it on a test ride first, and it all seemed fine. I rode it to work, about 7 miles, this morning and again it was all great. Once I got to work, it got the once over from colleagues, one of them touched the motor and almost burnt himself, but we didn't figure that was unusual... The power was still reading at 4 bars, but I'd taken the charger with me (just in case) so I recharged it until we got a green led again.
Then I tried to ride it home.
After about half a mile, the engine started to make rapid grinding noises, about once per second as I pedaled, and the assist (it was in power-assist 4) dropped away. I stopped and tried to see if the chain was loose or something, but it all seemed ok. So I switched to throttle mode to give me control over the motor and pulled away manually. Wow! It felt like I was riding up a 1:3 gradient. I struggled to get a rhythm and then tried the throttle. Grinding and even more slowdown.
I didn't want to damage anything, so I tried to ride the rest of the way home with the engine off. This proved to be impossible, because the effort required to turn the wheels with an engine that was actively opposing your motion was unreal. I made it another 4 miles or so before I started seeing dark patches in my vision, so I got off the bike and put my head down, which didn't really help so I sat down on the curb, holding the bike.
Then I passed out.
I woke up with the bike on top of me, luckily not in the road - I'd fallen backwards not forwards. I should mention that this is is (very) sunny CA, and basically I'd just been given an object lesson in heat exhaustion. It was 90+ degrees out and I'd just biked the equivalent of Mount Everest because of the recalcitrant engine...
So I call my wife on my cellphone and she comes to pick me up. Her car doesn't really fit the bike in the back, so now there's huge scratches everywhere over the back of the car. Once she'd figured out that it was just exhaustion, and I was going to be ok, I learnt in no uncertain terms that the happy-wife, happy-life saying also applies in reverse...
Tomorrow I'm going back to the dealer. There's going to be some frank words exchanged. To say that I'm not impressed is a quite significant understatement, and whereas I have to shoulder some of the blame for not being adequately prepared for my ride home, if the bike hadn't actively made things more difficult I would have been fine. I've biked more than that distance on a normal bike with relative ease. You live and learn, I guess.
Very unhappy.
Simon
Then I tried to ride it home.
After about half a mile, the engine started to make rapid grinding noises, about once per second as I pedaled, and the assist (it was in power-assist 4) dropped away. I stopped and tried to see if the chain was loose or something, but it all seemed ok. So I switched to throttle mode to give me control over the motor and pulled away manually. Wow! It felt like I was riding up a 1:3 gradient. I struggled to get a rhythm and then tried the throttle. Grinding and even more slowdown.
I didn't want to damage anything, so I tried to ride the rest of the way home with the engine off. This proved to be impossible, because the effort required to turn the wheels with an engine that was actively opposing your motion was unreal. I made it another 4 miles or so before I started seeing dark patches in my vision, so I got off the bike and put my head down, which didn't really help so I sat down on the curb, holding the bike.
Then I passed out.
I woke up with the bike on top of me, luckily not in the road - I'd fallen backwards not forwards. I should mention that this is is (very) sunny CA, and basically I'd just been given an object lesson in heat exhaustion. It was 90+ degrees out and I'd just biked the equivalent of Mount Everest because of the recalcitrant engine...
So I call my wife on my cellphone and she comes to pick me up. Her car doesn't really fit the bike in the back, so now there's huge scratches everywhere over the back of the car. Once she'd figured out that it was just exhaustion, and I was going to be ok, I learnt in no uncertain terms that the happy-wife, happy-life saying also applies in reverse...
Tomorrow I'm going back to the dealer. There's going to be some frank words exchanged. To say that I'm not impressed is a quite significant understatement, and whereas I have to shoulder some of the blame for not being adequately prepared for my ride home, if the bike hadn't actively made things more difficult I would have been fine. I've biked more than that distance on a normal bike with relative ease. You live and learn, I guess.
Very unhappy.
Simon