No not clenbuterol, nor 'roids, speed or anything similar. My work has been trialing electric assisted bikes. The guy in charge of the trial asked me if I would like to give one a turn. Of course I would like to give one a turn. I popped on the silly day-glo vest and went around the car park.
They are fun, you pop a little pressure on the pedals and they accelerate with almost no effort at all. I flicked it around the carpark for 5 minutes or so and returned it. I was then asked if I'd like to take one home for the night.
"Yes, yes I would".
I hopped into my kit that night, plugged in he battery and headed home. It was horribly windy on Thursday night and I was relieved that I was not going to have to push through the wind. It was very soon apparent though that the bike did not like wind either. It was slow. Really slow.
Really, really slow.
Boy was it slow.
I got about half way home and looked at my watch and then called home to let family know I was ok. I didn't time that 1st ride, but I know it was slow. I did time the ride in the next morning and though there was not the wind issue of the night before, it was still slow. A ride that normally takes me 35ish minutes took me 50 ish minutes. I struggled to see a point, I wasn't getting fit, I wasn't going quick, I was (if anything) getting less respect from other road users. The only consolation was that they were 50 effortless minutes. I arrived at work and wondered why I had left my shower until then. On the way home I wore my shirt and tie on the bike.
This last ability was the one I finally 'got'. The electric bike may go slow, but by not having to freshen up when you arrive you make some of that time back
. For towing kids, shopping the bike is brilliant.