Here is why riding a Green Axle touring bike is not like riding a scooter or driving a car. Hills and Grades. When you are driving a car, you press on the accelerator to maintain a constant speed up hills and grades. On an ebike, you shouldn’t. Instead, you are on an energy budget, of say 300 watts. As you go up the grade, the controller will feed more power to the motor to attempt to keep the speed up. Don’t let it. Instead, downshift to lower gears until you are within your “energy budget” Mine is between 250 to 350 watts. You’ll slow down just like, ahemmm, a real bicycle!
Why do this? Because the number of amp hours your battery gas tank holds is directly related to how fast you draw them out. Maintain a low, even draw, and you will go much farther on the same size gas tank.
Of course, you must have patience for going slower up hills. All cyclists have that! So just let the motor power you on up a little slower!
News Flash! The city of Marianna Florida, in anticipation of the need, has constructed an ebike charging facility. This facility is designed to charge up to seventy five touring ebicyclists at one time, with picnic tables, a sheltering roof, and even a stage for those wishing to share their adventures. This is rapidly becoming a destination for those e-cycling the Southern Tier.
There are so so many churches out here. Competition for believers must be fierce. I ride past two churches right next to each other. Both have big signs. The first sign says “True happiness is not dependant on things of this world”. The second sign says “Come pray with us and celebrate abundance.”
Richard TrueLove stops to talk to me in the library. He walked the exact journey I am now undertaking. He tells me the story I hear so often, the universal traveler story:
“When I left Miami I was bitter, really down on people and life. I traveled without money, without knowing where I was going to stay or when I was going to eat. Along the way I found that I am always taken care of.” (Richard called this his spirit family) I discovered how many really good people there are and got a deep connection to life. Nothing ever gets me down anymore.”
Passing a field of clover:
I come across the Choctawhatchee river and know it is time to camp. A patch of blackberries. An old train tressel. Locals fishing. Dirt roads into nowhere.
I set up camp and go skinnydipping in the brown waters. I shower and make camp and kinda, well, stay naked! There is only me, and it feels natural to be naked in the woods… That’s what the grin is about I guess.
My camp by the Choctawhatchee river.