This morning I caught a rabbit in my sights, but quickly determined by the weaving nature that it must be more of a turtle. Sure enough, it was a fat-tired bicycle, but there was something else about it that seemed strange as I got closer. The bike had a pannier rack with small hard cases attached. I passed this man up my last hill, and discovered that he was on an electric-assist bike. The hard cases must have been battery packs. I hollered "Good morning!" over the whir of his electric motor as I left him in the dust.
At the next light I had to wait for just a moment...long enough to watch a mountain bike equipped with a 2-stroke motor buzz by with the cross-traffic. I turned onto the cross street, and for a block had the pleasure of inhaling the exhaust of that noisy little motor.
I suppose if I HAD to, I'd go with the electric. Just because I wouldn't stink when I arrived at work.
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