goign to redo a bike

I have plans to redesign the front wheel drive bike I just finished. It is way out of balance. I can ride it but just barely. I don't mind the weight or the noise of the front drive but the motor hands off the side and that is truly dangerous.

the more things change

The more things change the more they regress. I am back to 36v battery packs because I don't like to strain to climb a hill. I don't mind assisting the bike, I just don't want to work at it.

I also stripped down the spare rhino bike, to reassemble the hub motor bike. It is a weird looking bike but I don't think it will kill me. At least not for a while maybe.

It has the 26" hub motor on the front and a 20" coaster wheel on the rear. I did install a front brake just to keep it a little safer. I'm not all that sure that the fork is safe enough. We shall see soon enough.

24v test

Today I rode the 24 bike a total of 7 miles. Two miles, then I recharged it, then five more miles. On the five mile ride I took note of something which I had noticed before. After about 2.5 miles the power curve changed dramatically. I had been running the bike at about half throttle the first 2.5 miles but had to run it wot the next 2.5 to get the help up the hills. Obviously the batteries put out more amps for a short period of them, then it goes downhill rapidly.

On that bike I am running a 24v battery pack, a 24v 500 watt controller, and a 600 watt motor. I took an hour to change out the controller on a test bike that is the same. It now has a 600 watt motor, a 24v 350 watt controller and a 24v battery. What I want to know is will that flatten out the power curve of the battery pack. If I have to run on half amps after two miles, I would just as soon run on it all the time. So I may have some definitive answers on how to handle that sort of thing.

I am going to make the same ride tomorrow with the smaller controller to see if the range is the same and the performance is more even.

test results

I tested the bikes. The very best for speed and performance is a heavy duty 24v controller 600watt 24volt motor run with a 36v power supply. It is also the least efficient battery wise.

I have the same setup now powered with a 24v 19am battery pack. I am going to give it a try for a while. It lacks the speed and power of the other bike, but it does perform pretty well. Going uphill it is like pedaling on the flats. That being the case, it seems to be adequate. It should force me to conserve power.

I'll let you know more when I get a better test done.

revamped the bikes again

I reset one bike for 24v with a 600 watt motor and one at 36v with the same motor. I won't get a chance to test them out completely until the weather gets better.

I have a 12ah pack on the 36v bike and a 14hr on the 24v bike. So I will have to see what is what before I buy new batteries. I might get more miles on the 14ah pack at 24 volts because I will be pedaling it some.

The more I read about those guys who get more milage on their batteries the more I realize that they are using very low v motors which means they have to pedal more. I think that it the really big difference. I am going to try to pedal more with the 24v rig and see if it has a significant effect.

Im sitting around waiting for the mailman to bring my bike parts. Yes I foolishly took all my bikes apart to "improve" them. Now I have nothing to ride for a day or so.

The bike I just finished is the rhino bike but this one has a child's 12.5 inch rear wheel as a drive wheel. I welded a #25 sprocket to the wheel, but I could have put a bike sprocket on the motor as well. I expect that a bike sprocket would have worked a little better speed wise. I'll do a picture later.

new motor

I have a 600 watt motor I am now using on a twenty inch bike with a 24" suspension fork in front. Also has a larger chain ring to give me the ability to help the motor some. I need to run lots of tests on it but it seems fine so far

The DIY drive works but not well. Too much drag I think. Why that is I'm not sure but I have a scooter wheel on the way so I will turn it into a Rhyno bike instead. It the wheel ever gets here. I need to start looking at where the darn thing is before I bid on it.

I finished the drive

I finished the diy drive but it rained all day so I didn't get much of a chance to test it. Tomorrow I should know more about whether it is worth the extra effort or not.

Today I began thinking about building my own drive instead of using the scooter wheel as a drive. I ordered a small sprocket. It should give me a good gear ratio for the drive of a 6inch wheel rather than the eight inch one I am using now. Also the wheel I picked up is much smaller. I hope it works okay. It will be a couple of days before all the parts come in.

I will see what I see. At the moment it is more about acceptable performance than it is about cost. I would like to get decent performance with the inexpensive 350 watt motor and then improve it by using bigger motors. I think I want to go friction and discard the pusher drive even though so far it is the best home built I have done ebikewise.

I did get a good trailer built using scooter tires. That is always a good thing.

I built a friction drive

Yesterday I built a friction drive on a 26inch mountain bike I had laying around. I decided the bike was too tall and I couldn't make the rear brakes work with the drive on it.

I ran out and bought a 20 inch kids bike and turned it into a friction drive. It was a mixed day. I got some things done then the rear tire blew. To much dry rot.

I was hauling the batteries on a trailer I threw together from some ten inch lawnmover wheels. It pulled like a cinder block dragging behind so I am building one from the scooter wheels. They make the best ones.

It is slow for sure. I'm not sure yet how it compares to the ordinary pusher before I soup it up. It certainly isn't any better probably a little worse. I am going to start "improving" this. I bought a larger sprocket for the motor I think. I am going to use it if I can weld it to the one on the motor now. Then I might start looking for something better than a scooter wheel to use as a drive wheel.

Its a little weird looking I'm sure

back to basics

My first motored bike was a friction drive ebike. I have decided to go back to that build with a few new twists. I tried it today and it wasn't very successful but there is always tomorrow. tomorrow I am going to build a truly weird looking bike,(even for me) If I finish it, I will take some pictures otherwise no one will believe it.

pretty sure I know what it is

After chewing on it a while I have decided that a bearing is bad in the hub motor. It might have been the cause of the controller going bad but either way that's the problem now. For the time being, I'm going to ignore it.

I spend the day putting a second pusher together but I don't like it much. My welding is now on a par with my creative mind. That being the case I am going to work on a friction drive to replace the last pusher. One of those is more than enough. Not sure exactly what the design will be yet, but I have a few options. First of all I have a friction drive motor already set up. It is way small but I think I will give it a test to make a bench mark.

Well it runs okay

but man that hub motor is noisy now. I don't know if something went wrong with the motor and killed the old controller or it's just this new controller but it runs okay I guess nothing special as i had hoped but its noisy. It has a stutter sound like a gasoline motor skipping. It also has a whistling noise as well at higher speeds. All in all I don't care for it at all. I prefer my 500 watt DIY pusher motor. I have a 350watt motor. I'm going to make a two wheel pusher trailer with it. Then I'm going to kick it up to 36 volts. Nothing ventured ect.

I had it rigged as a bob tail pusher but I couldn't get the chain to do right. So since I had to take it down, I'm going to convert it to a two wheel trailer. I'll keep you posted.

welding is taking a giant leap

I found my welding problem. It was so simple I'm embarrassed to tell anyone but I will. The welder was about four feet short cord wise. I needed a short extension cord. I had a surge protector handy so I used it. You guessed it the thing popped regularly. It also kept the welder from putting out enough head to do a decent job.

The circuit is 20 amps the surge protector is probably 13amps so I was really cold welding everything. I think that is solved now that I bought an extension with 12guage wire so it should do pretty well. I tested it today and it is much easier anyway. I think the welds will hold better now.

I welded some on the hub motor bike that I am converting to a pusher the hub motor sucks. I think I am going to let it sit for a few months in a box then try it again. My next destroyer project is to push 36volts through a cheap chinese 24volt controller. I will then buy a 36volt controller. I am using a 350 watt currie motor and would like to push it to 500 watts or close to it. I think 36volts will do it. From all I have read the 350 can handle the extra voltage.

too complicated.

It's just too complicated to keep all this together so this goes back to a blog about me and the bike. More a journal than anything.

I am going to start a new story blog.

Today on the bicycle front I am going to get a frame from the thrift store and try that hub motor again. The more I thought about it last night the more I came to the conclusion that the front fork was the problem. I didn't understand the reasoning behind the was the hub motor axle was designed. Now if I haven't damaged it I can get it to work today maybe.

I have also decided that part of my welding problems stem from my using an extension cord with a 15amp circuit breaker. The welder needs 20amps and I have it on a 20 amp circuit. I just need a cord without a breaker. If it trips the 20amp breaker I will be pissed.

Anyway those are todays projects. Those and building a new blog....

pusher update

I got the lil mutha running but it twists after a while. I came back did some more welding and now I will see what happens. As it is now I may have a hard time adjusting or changing rear tires on the bike. I really hate to do even more welding but if I must I must. The pusher has to be mounted solid to perform at its best.

the hub motor takes a toll...

The hub motor took me all day to work on yesterday and it didn't do well at all. I have one more thing I want to try before I write it off completely. I want to pick up a junker bike with a different style front fork. Then I want to mount that wheel very carefully. I think the problem might be with the wheel torquing on me.

I did get the fast pusher up and running. I had to redo the mount but I hope it is ready to go again now. I'm pretty sure that it is. It was too late and I was too tired to test it yesterday, but the motor turns and that should be about all it needs to do. I am going to junk out a yard sale bike today. More later.

blogg-o-change

I have decided to move my post on a bicycle thread to here. The daily real life journal will be in bold Italic. The fictional journal in black. Hope that isn't too confusing.

Leaving town...

Leaving the small NC coastal town wasn't difficult once I decided. The decision came the morning after I realized that it actually got cold on the coast. The first chilly autumn night was the big motivator. I had a small ceramic heater which ran on house current. The trailer was wires so that a heavy duty extension cord got me powered up.

The point was that I could pull the plug and be gone in an hour. I could if I had made all my plans in advance. I began prowling the internet trying to find the best next town. I was looking for a place to winter just like the circus folks did. My first step was to find town that looked good on the maps.

I spent two days looking for places until I found St. Marys Ga. It was a tourist town for sure. Well that is how it looked on line. The temperature seemed to be in line with my desires. Highs in he 90s in the summer and about 40's for lows in the winter. It seemed like a good place to spend the winter.

I made my decision on a Friday night in October. On Saturday I took my last ride to the beach. I stopped on the pier to say goodbye. Since I brought the extra batteries, I didn't need to stay. It was a bit of a sad trip. I really loved that rundown old pier.

Sunday I said goodbye to the new women in my life. Laura seemed almost relieved. I think we both were far to independent to maintain any kind of relationship. Mary Barker was a different story. She actually cried as if she were losing a lover. Maybe she was losing her image of a lover. Either way I gave her the news and then went home to spend my last night.

First thing Monday morning I drove to the next largest town. "Hey there do you have a one way truck rental with a trailer hitch." I asked it of the middle-aged over weight woman behind the Ryder truck rental counter.

"Sure where you want to drop it?"

"Somewhere in Jacksonville Florida."

"How big do you need?"

"The smallest thing you have with a trailer hitch. I'm gonna be hauling an eighteen foot travel trailer."

I left with my bike in the back of the small van. It was only slightly larger than a cargo van you see plumbers driving. Once I arrived at the park with my rental, it was just a matter of unplugging the electric cord to be ready to go.

I stopped by the office to settle my bill on the way out of the park. As I drove through the gate for the final time, I was tempted to stop for a last look, but instead I turned the radio up louder and drove away.

Time marches on...

A week passed with nothing more exciting than a few good meals showing up at my house mysteriously. Well not all that mysteriously, Mary was dropping off her leftovers at my trailer. I appreciated it don't get me wrong, I just had no idea why. At first I thought it might be an infatuation kind of thing, but I realized what she really wanted was a fantasy lover, not a real one. I guessed the food was her way of paying me for playing along on the computer. It was more than enough to keep me interested. Mary was a very good cook.

The father of the park manager finally finished visiting all his kids in late August. My job just ended without any notice. I could not have been happier. I found a way to add lots of storage space to one of the two pusher bikes. I made only a couple of grocery runs in the park's pickup truck afterward, so the end of the pickup was no real loss to me.

The weather was still hot as hell, but I knew it would soon be changing. I knew that I would be moving at least by the end of October so I began looking for the my next home.

home again

The park manager's father came back from his fishing trip right on time. I had expected it to be my last day. Instead it became an offer to work another month. I didn't really need the money, but having use of the park's pick up made grocery shopping a lot easier. I didn't feel safe driving the truck outside the park, but since the store was open all night I went at midnight. It was pretty empty when I went grocery shopping.

With another month tied to the park on the NC coast, I settled in. I continued my almost daily trips to the pier. I was tempted to rent some tackle and try my hand at fishing. Instead I made myself content with reading while watching the waves. I had agreed to move, if a fisherman happen by who needed a seat. After all they were the real paying customers.

I got my books from the used bookstore. I bought them at half price and traded them back in at quarter price. The books were old and all paperbacks, but I read them for the ideas inside not the trimmings. It was like the bikes I built. I built them for the functionality not the looks.

I had three weeks to go on my job when I finally caught up with my mysterious cyber friend.

"Are you on line?" the message read.

"I am now," I replied.

"Finally we meet."

"Not exactly, I typed."

"Don't be so damned literal."

I began to doubt that it was Mary. I had never heard her use even the mildest curse. "Alright then, finally we meet."

That's better, so what are you up to?"

"I'm getting ready to take a drive through the park. I am the night security officer here."

"Sounds important."

"It isn't. What I am is someone to allow the park manager to sleep at night. I take the complaint calls. People who don't want to call the cops or have maintenance issues call me. Mostly I ride through the park once and come home to watch TV on line."

"Ah anything interesting?"

"There is always something interesting. IF you make a list of all the shows in english It isn't hard to find something worth watching."

"So are you married mystery man?"

"My wife died last winter."

"I'm so sorry. Why are you living at the beach. Don't you have any family back home."

"I have a daughter who is married with a houseful of kids. I wasn't ready to be grandpa just yet."

"So you are on the road."

"Not quite. I'm also not ready to live on what I can get in a backpack. I just wanted to move around a little and see things. You know one last time."

"So you live in a camper, but you don't own a car or truck?"

"No, I don't own a car or truck. As long as I can drive, I can rent a truck to move the camper around. Besides if my Doctor found out I was driving he would call the highway patrol and have my license pulled. I'm not really all that safe driving."

"Ah then when I see you driving in the park I should lock my door?"

She had let it slip that she was in the park. In which case it could only be Mary. "If I were you, I would lock the door and move to the center of the house and stand in a doorway. Me and a truck could be equal to the force of a tornado."

"So how long are you going to stay around."

"I agreed to do the park thing for another three weeks. After that I will begin to look around. Just check out my options. Just like in Midnight cowboy, I might need to move to where the weather suits my clothes."

"Or just buy some warmer clothes?"

"I guess that is an option. It might not work since the camper never did have a heating system installed."

"You could always find somewhere else to live."

"Na, I like the camper just fine. Besides that was the whole point in taking it on the lamb. Being able to pick up and move when ever the spirit moved me."

Suddenly the message window closed. I waited a few minutes to see if it was an accident or if she was pissed. After ten minutes I decided that I has said something she didn't want to hear. I also decided that Mary was a little nuts. That made her a little more interesting. I do love a crazy broad.

Todays chore

I spent the day deconstructing the store bought Ebike. I used the larger heavier bike frame to install my spare pusher motor. I went on line to order more parts for it but all in all it was a good day's work.

I began getting cutesy Email from my new online admirer. Yes the one I think is Mary. I have also found a couple of message in my messenger chat window. We haven't been on line at the same time yet but It will happen I'm sure.

The one thing I really miss about my store bought bike is that it was the only bike I had to pull my shopping trailer. I could get a couple of days groceries inside it. Now the best I can do is carry a couple of meals in the small basket on my handle bars.

I am probably going to have to build a luggage rack and basket system for the home made bikes next. Oh well I didn't want to be bored this summer anyway.

Best laid plans...

The store bought motor kit died on me. At least it was good enough to die nearer to the park than to the pier. I still had to pedal the dead weight of the hub motor home. It was a hassle both the ride home and the searching for answers. I spent all my spare time for the next day or so looking on line for answers and then getting discouraged by the prices of repair parts. Everything was much cheaper in the kit.

Finally I just gave up. I trashed all the controller related parts and put the wheel on craig's list. I almost gave it away but I had no use for it. I ordered the parts to make my smaller pusher motor. What I couldn't get on line or have delivered, I picked up at home depot. As long as I waited until the maintenance crew left the manager had no problem with me using the truck. I missed my welder but I still had my drill. Red lock tight would replace the welder for a while. The pusher didn't really require a welder but it would have made it easier.

I sat back at the end of the second day and waited for the parts to arrive. Laura and I had dinner on Wednesday night as was my new routine. In between Mary would deliver food and call me on the phone.

Mary was strange for sure... She asked for my email address on the day the bike broke down. An unknown woman showed up on my instant messenger list the next night. Too much coincidence, I thought, especially since the woman wasn't trying to sell me anything.

The bike plan

Unlike a novel things in real life just don't happen all at once. In real life you live a day with nothing significant happening. Like I can sit on that pier everyday of my life and just think about life, but you can only describe that a couple of times. After that it get boring. I spent at least two days at a time riding around the park at night and sitting on the pier during the days. I was not one bit bored.

The more I rode the bike to the beach the better I got at it. After a while I decided that high speed was not what I needed. What I really needed was longer range. I didn't want to pedal a lot, but I didn't mind traveling at 10mph or so. I needed to stretch the battery power just as far as possible. I had the rear wheel already set up, so I just needed to find the right motor for the DIY bike and then switch out.

I knew from my tests at home that the motor would probably be something even smaller than the hub motor I used. The hub motor bike was my compromise bike. It had good range and good climbing ability but was only good not exceptional at either. The 500 watt motor was great at speed and climbing hill, but was also a battery killer. It was time to experiment again.

I spent a couple of days waiting to see if the other shoe would fall. I am happy to say that just like in the majority of altercations I have had, it ended with a wimper. I had dinner with Laura one of the nights and a frozen pizza with a bag of salad the other night...

I even watched a couple of TV shows on the internet. If I didn't mind waiting a bit, I could watch last weeks shows on my laptop. All in all it was a pretty good existence I had worked out. I was careful not to say it out loud though. No sense risking a jinx.

Since I planned to be around a while, I began the perfect DIY bike. Well the perfect one for me. I began by bidding on a 750 watt motor. At 24 volts I would most like have to have a large battery pack to support it. Even that might not be a real problem.

Mary Barker the woman much less than half my age called. She wasn't having any water problem she just wanted to talk. It was a good thing that I had free use of the office phone after 6pm. I had her call me there.

Mary was one of those women who want you to know everything about her. She also wants you to know it whether you care or not. Worst of all she wants you to know it all at once. She obviously had too much time on her hands after the divorce.

a day of rest

After the noisy party incident I decided to take the day off and just hang out at the trailer. If the kid wanted to make good on his threats, I wanted to be sure he had a chance to face me, not burn the trailer because I was at the pier meditating.

Of course he never showed up. "Oh CJ your drunk came by to apologize and beg me not to evict him."

"And what did you decide."

"I told him to make it right with you, then to never have another party. One complaint from any of his neighbors and he is history."

"You know, once I drunk always a nasty drunk," I suggested.

"Yeah but it will be on him not on us. I almost always have to face these guys in small claims court. The are trying to make me pay for their move."

"I hope you documented it."

"Oh yes and CJ write me a statement please. Just as much as you can remember."

"You want the ass kicking comment as well?"

"Damn right I do." She smiled.

It wasn't that she didn't want him out, she just wanted some paper to wave at the judge.

I didn't expect him to 'make it right'. After all he was still a nasty drunk. What I expected was for him to run me off some lonely stretch of road one day.

The day after the great flood..

I could learn to like this job, I thought that after finding the chocolate cake on my picnic table. The note read. I got here to late to catch you. The park manager said you go to the beach every day. I wanted you to know how much I appreciated you turning off the water. Even more for waiting till dad finished the repair than turning it back on. I hate cold showers.

Mom said the best way to say thank you to a bachelor was food. The cake is the best I could do on short notice.

Mary.

Yes, I thought, I could learn to like this job.

All that changed later that night when I was called to handle a noise complaint. I spoke to a group of young people about the music at their cookout.

"Hey who is in charge here?" I asked it of a guy standing at the edge of the mobile home space.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the night manager, who are you."

"I rent this space so I can do whatever I want." It was pretty obvious that he had been drinking.

"No actually you can't. Did you read the park rules?... I know you signed them, but did you read them?"

"What rule am I breaking.

"The loud noise rule."

"It's early I can make all the noise I want till 11pm."

"How can one man be so wrong so often?" I asked. "You are quoting law not rules. See you agreed to abide by the rule that says loud and unusual noises are not permitted and are reason for eviction.'

"What?"

I showed him the rule. "Now if I'm not mistaken they charge about a grand to move and reset a mobile home. Not to mention the wiring and other costs. So unless you want to have to deal with that, I suggest you move the party indoors and keep the noise down to a roar. Then kill it all by 11pm or you can also deal with the Sheriff. I do not give but one warning."

"What if I just kick your ass old man?"

"Then you go from disturbing the peace misdemeanor to assault and battery a class a felony. You get to move from a fine to prison time. Your next party would be with a 300 pound guy named Bubba. A dance in the shower I expect."

I figured him to be a reasonable man, so I turned my back on him. I also ignored the nasty names he called me. What I didn't ignore was him following me to the truck. He was in my face so I did what any good night manager would do, I called the day manager. She shared a few words with him over the phone.

"I might as well finish the party, she is going to evict me. I hope you're satisfied old man."

"You made the decision I just made the call. She would have let you back down anytime. Whatever happens now is between you two. But if this noise is still going on at 11pm, it will be between you and the sheriff." With that I drove away,

I was back doing the on call thing, when my phone rang on Tuesday evening. Since Laura and I had not been able to connect since Sunday, I thought that life might be about to change again. I hadn't put a lot of faith in our relationship so I wasn't really hurt.

"Hello," I said into the phone.

"This is Mary Barker in lot 17. My water line broke. Can you come turn off the water please."

It was one thing I had been taught to do. The park provided water as part of the rent. The Management did not want to be providing it to tenant with a broken line.

"I'll be right down just hold on." The broken pipe thing happened more in the winter but it happened enough so that the pickup had a valve handle under the driver's seat.

I hustled out and drove to lot 17. Sure enough water was dripping from underneath the mobile home. Actually it was doing more than dripping. I found the valve and used the rusty handle to shut the water off.

"Thank you so much," The much younger woman said.

"Nothing to it," I replied. My curiosity was aroused. So what happened to the water line?

"My father," she said with a chuckle. She noted my curious look. "He was trying to move my refrigerator and broke the ice maker line."

"Ah, well let me know when he has it fixed and I'll turn your water back on."

"Very well," she replied.

"Hey, do you have a 3/8" wrench?" The voice came from a man about my age.

"I might have one at the house, Hold on I'll take a look." I found a 3/8" wrench in my took kit pretty easily. It isn't often that I can do that. The drive back to the Barker home was quick. I did wait until the old man was finished with my tool before I left. When I left the water was on and the refrigerator no longer leaked. Mary Barker was busy mopping water when I left.

Monday morning blues

It was a nice quiet weekend. It was extremely pleasant to spend the weekend with someone rather than all alone. Not to mention that it was great to have real food for three days straight. Well Sunday morning it was doughnuts in bed with the morning paper. Nonetheless there was a lot of good food. Much more than I had eaten in weeks.

I managed to work in some long walks even though my new friend was more the sedentary type. I tried to burn off some of those calories, since I wasn't sure from one day to the next if the my new friendship would last.

I had pretty much spent the entire weekend with my new friend Laura. I was more than a little sad when the weekend ended and I returned home. Laura worked third shift at a sewing plant so she needed to rest on Monday. I needed to get back to my own life as well. It had been fun being 16 again but it was time to return to the real world of toil and strife.

While Laura did her resting thing, I rode the bike to the beach. I spent the morning just hanging out on the pier. I noticed an older man walking along the water's edge with a metal detector. I thought one of those might be fun, then pushed it from my mind.

I rode my bike home in time for a frozen dinner. Those things weren't quite great but at least they had improved a lot since I was a kid. My ride around the park was uneventful. I checked on Laura twice before I went home.

dinner and a lady

I showed up right on time with a bottle of Lambrusco and a healthy appetite. "Come in." the rather harsh female voice came from inside the mobile home.

"Hello," I said it holding out the wine. "I hope this is what you had in mind."

"Ah well I won't know until I taste it." She said that as she turned her back to me. She also reached into the cabinet for over sized wine glasses.

Dinner was quite good. Some kind of pasta thing that wasn't quite spaghetti but was very close. I ate it hungrily since I hadn't had home made anything in weeks. The conversation was interesting as well. Laura Evans was a divorced mother of two children. She informed me that her son was doing his residency in a Big time New York hospital and that her daughter would be graduating college at the end of the fall term. She had stayed one extra semester to finish a second degree. I didn't ask what the degrees were, since I really didn't care.

"So CJ would you like to take a ride. I hear you are partial to walking on piers,"

"Ah I see my secret is out."

"Yes it is. At this time of night the piers will either be empty or there might be a few die hard fishermen."

"Then let's go see what die hard fishermen look like."

Standing with her on the end of the pier on a night with the moon hanging over the water was about as good as it gets for an old guy like me.

after the call

"Hello in the house please stay calm both of you. I have called 911 and the sheriff's car is on the way." They both looked scared to death, but I couldn't help either of them by rushing into the house. I had no idea who they were or why she was holding him at gun point. I decided that it would be better for everyone to let the sheriff's deputy figure it out.

I hung around because I was nosy. It took the deputy several minutes to arrive. I just kept an eye on the man and woman in the mobile home. When the deputy arrived I informed him of what I knew. I did not speculate on the situation in the house.

While hanging out in the yard I learned that the situation was a burglary gone terribly wrong. The man had no idea anyone was home. He certainly had no inkling that the woman in the house slept with a gun on her night stand. The trailer looked as though there was no one at home because the woman worked third shift at one of the local sewing plants. At the time the bad guy chose to enter her house the lights were all out because she was napping prior to leaving for work. The house did appear empty for sure.

The deputies took statements from me and the lady of the house. The bad guy didn't need to make a statement. He was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The only hope he had was that the prosecutor got laid the night before he went to trial. He would have to be in a really good mood to cut the yahoo any slack.

I drove the pickup back to my trailer then turned in for the night. As usual I was awake at 6am like I said before habits of a lifetime are hard to break. After I delivered the truck, I went out to breakfast. It was about 8am when I returned to the trailer. I skipped the ocean only because I wanted to talk to the park manager about the events of the night before.

"That's him. He's the one who sat outside while I was in danger." The woman from the night before turned her words away from the park manager. She directed them to me. "Why the hell didn't you come help me?"

"Well for one thing you had it under control. If I had come in there it would have just led to more confusion and the bad guy might have taken advantage of the confusion. I sat outside to keep on eye on you. If the situation had changed, I would have helped." She didn't look satisfied. "I'm sorry that's the best I can tell you."

"CJ is not a security officer. His job is to ride thought the part and if he sees anything unusual to call the sheriff. Which is exactly what he did."

"If I had rushed in there I could have gotten someone killed. Even if it was the bad guy, it still would have been a tragedy. Nobody wanted it to end any other way than how it did."

"I suppose you are right. I just felt so helpless."

"I know. You had the tiger by the tail alright."

"Lucy tells me you are a transient."

"Huh?"

"You know living in one of the trailers. You aren't going to be here too long."

"That's true. I will probably move on when her dad finishes his fishing trip."

"Well I'm off tonight, how about I fix you dinner?"

"You don't have to do that."

"I know I don't, but I would like to."

"Well I do like to eat,"

"You know where I live. How about you come over about eight and bring a bottle of wine."

"Red or white?"

"Red, something sweet please."

And that's how I got my first date in forty years.

Into a habit

Good habits or bad habits are easy to get into and hard to bet out of. Over the next week I fell into a routine. I would sit at home on the net from five till I made the tour of the park around midnight. After which I just went to bed. I usually had a little noise or something similar to investigate sometime during the evening, but midnight generally marked an end to that. People who lived in the park, for the most part, were hard workers. They obviously needed their sleep. The camper spaces were filled with fishermen who needed to sleep since they arose early to meet their chartered boat. They wanted to squeeze every second out of their charter time.

When I awoke I would deliver the truck to the office for the maintenance man. Then I would ride my bike to breakfast. Usually that was on the way to the beach. I sat on the pier reading some mystery or adventure novel. Those I bought second hand at the news stand. No it wasn't a small newspaper vendor, it was a warehouse of newspapers and used books. You know, one of those buy it for have price trade it in for half of the half price.

I had taken on a rather pleasant existence. I was also getting way too comfortable. Something had to happen and it did in the third week of my two month job.

One of the main things I was hired to do was to determine what needed a cop and what I could calm down myself. The woman standing in the kitchen of the mobile home with a rather nasty automatic pistol trained on a much larger man, was one I felt sure needed a cop. I sat on her picnic table to place the 911 call.

The summer job

The job was only for the summer since the owner/on call man was going fishing in Florida for most of the summer. I had a couple of months to work but only if it worked out okay. Otherwise I would just get a Uhaul truck and move on down the line.

My first night was simple. It was a quick ride on my bike to the office. There I picked up the truck. I left my bike and took the truck to the campsite. It would stay in the drive until I made the tour of the park around midnight. After that it would return to my drive until morning when I would return it to the office parking lot. That was the manager's grand plan anyway.

The park was quiet on that first night. Nobody had maintenance issues and there were no parties on the weeknights. I had a feeling that the loud parties would be Friday and Saturday nights. Even that wasn't much of an issue. A simple warning to quiet down or the sheriff would be visiting should work, if not then it was call the sheriff's office.

I was standing on the visitors side of the manager's desk when she asked, "So how was it."

"Nothing to it. The park was quiet and no one called. Are you sure you had the calls forwarded to me."

"Oh yes, it was just a quiet night on the plantation," she said it with a smile. "Some nights are like that."

"Well I'm awake so I guess I'll head on down to the beach."

"Are you a fisherman to?"

"No, I like to think that I'm the next Ernest Hemingway but more likely I'm just killing time till the end." I gave her my sad look.

"Do you have anything I can read?"

I found an old card in my wallet and gave it to her. It had my web address on it. "Lots of stuff there you can read."

That pretty much ended the conversation so I unhooked the battery charger. I carried it and the batteries over to my bike which I had left in the storage area of the office. It took me a couple of minutes to install the batteries and stow the charger in basket on the rear of my bike.

I didn't even go back home I rode to the pier instead. There it was hook up the bike, pay the lady for the charge, get my free coffee and walk onto the pier. I opened the cheap laptop and began writing in my journal. I always hoped the journal would lead me into some serious writing but it hadn't in months. I had a serious case of writer's block. Okay writer wannabe's block I supposed.

The proposition

The proposition turned out to be a night patrol of the park. The mobile home village as well as the camp spaces. The idea was that I would be called to assess a non emergency situation before the manager was bothered. If it could wait, I would leave a message if not I would call the manager. I could even call the police if it was something serious.

She tried to get a lot of work for no money but I vetoed that. I really didn't need to work at all. We agreed on one tour of the park around midnight then be on call for problems the rest of the night. From five till seven the next morning was a lot of time on call, but nothing much was likely to happen. At least it seemed that way to me.

We agreed on $10 per call out. The ride through the park every night looking for trouble was in exchange for half my space rent. With a little luck at the end of the month the park would owe me money. The ride through the park took about fifteen minutes. If there was a loud party I should spot it on the drive by or someone would call me for sure.

I spent the afternoon at the beach to celebrate. I had quit drinking years before so a double chocolate milkshake was the celebration beverage of choice.

day eight

I woke to the sun in my eyes. I knew I should have bought something to use as curtains. I made it out of bed and turned on the coffee, before the idea hit me. As the coffee dripped, I tore paper towels to the proper length then attached them to a bit of string. Attaching it to the cheap paneling wasn't a big issue since I had a roll of duct tape which I had packed to use in building battery packs.

Tomorrow, I thought, I can sleep a little later maybe. The coffee was finished so I took a cup out to the spot under the awning. The morning was cool but the day was going to be hot and muggy. All that water laying about would guarantee the humidity would be high.

After the coffee and a few minutes to get my mind and body in sync, I hooked up the grocery getter bike. The grocery getter was the hub motor bike with a combination battery and grocery basket trailer attached to the rear. I could get a couple of days groceries in the trailer at least. Gathering groceries for me was probably a lot like it had been for cavemen and women. I had to go hunt and gather food almost every day. Well at least three times a week. However, I had accumulated enough extra food for rainy days.

"You Charlie Williams," the young woman in the pickup asked through the truck's window.

"Yes ma'am," I replied. I expected that she was a park employee, No one else would know my name.

The next thing she did was to climb out of the small pickup. "My name is Lana Sims. I'm the park manager."

"Nice to meet you Ms Sims. I didn't see you when I arrived. Of course I did most of it by email. The guy who showed me the space must have been an employee of yours."

"Yes that would have been my father. He kind of owns the place. He is also the night manager/security guard."

"Ah I see." I waited but when she didn't go on I asked. "So Ms Sims what can I do for you."

"Well I hope we can do something for each other."

"Oh what do you mean?" I just knew I wasn't going to be lucky enough for her to mean anything personal.

"Dad said you were a cop," She replied.

"Oh that was a while back. I only told him that to explain about the bikes." She looked bewildered. He asked if I was staying a while since I was driving a uhaul. I don't guess you see that too often. I told him I was retired but that I used to be a cop."

"Right that's about what he said. So I have a proposition for you."

Day seven was a rainout.

I woke to the sound of rain on my tin roof. Okay it isn't tin but the illusion is better that way. I just rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. When that failed I dressed, made myself a rain poncho from a black trash bag, then ran to the bathroom. Obviously the bathroom had not been high priority or I wouldn't have waited to make the poncho. It helped only marginally.

I made sure both the bikes were covered, then I Scrambled an egg. I made myself and egg sandwich along with my coffee. It was a dark day but there was enough light for me to read while sitting under the awning.

The male member of the younger couple worked between rain showers to hook up his camper. Evidently he and his girlfriend were headed home.

"Hey CJ, we are ready to leave would you like this stuff. I'm just going to toss it if you don't." He asked that holding a plastic garbage bag.

"Sure, I'll toss what I can't use. Thanks. So you headed home today?"

"Yeah back to the grind. Worst thing about vacations is that they end." With that he left. He didn't look as though he really minded the vacation coming to an end. Hell he probably needed the rest.

His girlfriend emerged from the trailer an hour later all red eyed and bedraggled looking, as usual. She got into the passenger seat of the pickup and waited for her boyfriend who joined her in short order. They waved as the pulled the trailer from the site and disappeared into the mist.

After I sorted through the bag, I spent the rest of the day reading. Well I did find time to do my laundry. The basket of dirty clothes was running over.

Day six

I loaded up the two battery packs and took off for the beach again. I stopped in the pier parking lot to do a quick walk around. I was looking at the light posts. I was hoping to find one with an electrical outlet. Sometimes the plans call for one so that the electricians can use their power tools to work on the outside lights.

Sure enough I found a light pole with a receptacle at the bottom. I went from that spot to the snack bar.

"Good morning," I said to the woman behind the counter. She was at least fifty so I felt pretty comfortable talking to her. "I ride an electric bike down from Brunswick. I would like to come down more often but I need a place to charge my batteries."

She had a blank look so I went on. "I noticed that you have a light post with an electrical receptacle on it. I was wondering if I could charge my batteries there."

"Whats it worth to you?" She asked it without batting an eye.

"Well they say it costs about a nickle an hour to charge those batteries. How about I give you double that?"

"How long is it gonna take," she asked.

"Three or four hours I would think."

"What you gonna be doing while it charges?"

"Most likely I will be looking at the ocean from your pier. I might even try fishing."

"Then you will be a customer while you wait?"

"Most likely yes," I agreed.

"Then the price will be a dollar a day."

"Throw in one free cup of coffee and I can do that."

"Fair enough," she replied. "You gonna plug it in today."

"Not today, I brought a double pack today. I will charge it up next time I come down."

I chatted with the fishermen, enjoyed my feelings of insignificance, and took a walk on the sand. It was all in all a good day.

Back home that night I saw and spoke to both sets of my neighbors. I had a bowl of quick soup for dinner then went to bed.

Quick soup is made with two strips of bacon cooked in a toaster oven. It is then added to a can of mixed veggies and salted liberally. It actually isn't too bad with corn chips.

I slept on that camp bed again and swore at it again.

Day four

The day started late for me. I woke up early enough but I just couldn't seem to get it together. My body was still tired from the twenty five mile ride the day before. And of course the folding cot was like sleeping on a board.

The folding cot was really no more than an aluminum tube frame the same as those found in a fold lawn chair. Over the frame someone had stretched a couple of pieces of a canvas like material. It was pretty darn miserable sleeping. I kept a running list of things to buy on the wall over the cabinet I used as a dry sink area. I wrote air mattress/sleeping pad. Of the two my preference would be the pad. Once it made the list I forgot about it.

So around noon I heard the noises in the space beside me. It wasn't the side with the couple who couldn't seem to stay out of bed, it was the space on the other side of me. Looked out my one window on that side of the trailer and saw them backing a trailer in. The them was an couple pretty much my age. Both of them looked as though the were retired. My guess was that they were down for the fishing.

Since I am a friendly kind of guy, I went to speak to them after they spotted the travel trailer. That trailer of theirs made mine look like a toy. there's had to be twenty five feet long and at least ten feet wide. It was a real beauty.

The woman was in here sixties I'm sure. She had dyed blond hair and most likely a cast iron bra. She did look pretty good for an old lady I would have to admit. Her husband was equally fit looking. They could have been on the cover of the AARP magazine.

They weren't very friendly though. I spoke but they barely acknowledged my presence. I returned to my trailer pretty much chastised. During the afternoon I rode to the grocery store for a couple of days worth of food. Riding a bike meant frequent trips to the store.

That evening I played around on the internet. I emailed my daughter to let her know I was alive and doing fine. I almost never turned on the cell phone so email was our only reliable means of communication.

I was in bed by eleven. Even on the uncomfortable bed I was sounds asleep within minutes.

the beach finally

Day three

I just couldn't wait any longer. I was up at 6am and finished the small coffee pot by seven. I couldn't stand the wait any longer so I installed both sets of 12ah batteries into the trailer of the store bought bike and off I went.

The store bought bike is slower and it uses power a little differently, but it handles easier. Since I had no idea what the roads were like, I opted for the safer bike.

I left the house before 7:30 headed first for breakfast then to the beach. I ate the biscuit too fast but I was in a hurry. I made the 12 mile trip in just over an hour. Part of it was the bike speed and part of it was I just wasn't in a hurry.

The roads were almost pancake flat which made the ride a lot more fun. It made power consumption lower as well. I found a fishing pier and sat my butt down on a dirty bench. I sat for a couple of hours marveling at the ocean. The sight and smell of the ocean is overwhelming. Anytime I get near it I feel insignificant. It was impossible for me to sit on a fishing pier and think life is all about me.

After two hours of sitting in one spot, I took a walk along the ocean. It was just a marvelous day for me. I stopped at the snack bar on the pier for a hot dog and coke before I headed home on the bike.

When I got back to the trailer I noticed that I had a new neighbor. NO the kids weren't gone, someone had moved in on the other side of me. They appeared to be gone since there was no car in sight. Fishermen most likely, I thought.

I spent the afternoon reading a cheap novel while the batteries recharged. I had a set ready to go if I had needed them, but I had nowhere I wanted to go.

Checkin out the hood.

The first thing I needed to know was where the heck I was going to get a meal. Second was where to get my groceries. I needed to know those things even before I looked at the beach or the town of Brunswick. Yes that was the name of the town where I found myself. The beach was actually about eight miles outside of town. From the campground it was 12 miles. At least that is what the website told me.

I put the two 12ah batteries in the holders of my homemade ebike only after I had unlocked it from the frame of the travel trailer. It tested out okay, so I took off.

I didn't get very far because the office of the mobile home park/campground was only a couple of hundred yards from my trailer space. I pulled the bike near the office so I wouldn't have to lock it. The office was over a storage area. Lots of low lying building were made that way to minimize flood damage I supposed.

"Hey there," I said to the slight past middle aged woman behind the desk.

"Good morning," she replied in a non committal voice.

"I'm in one of the travel trailer spaces,"

"Ah? So what can I do for you?"

"Could you tell me where the closest grocery store is located."

"There is a convenience store down the road about half a mile," she replied with a smile.

"I plan to be here a little longer, so I need a complete grocery," I suggested.

"The food lion is on hwy 17 about three miles south of here. It's in a small shopping center."

"That sounds good, how about a restaurant that serves more than burgers and fries?"

"For that you need to go into Brunswick. There are three or four family style places. Just drive into town and ask anyone. I'm sure their directions will be better than mine would be."

"Thanks for the information." I was about to leave when she spoke again.

"So you aren't here for the fishing?"

"No just on a sight seeing trip." I could see the question in her eyes. "I sight see very slowly so it will probably take me a couple of months to see everything." I smiles as I turned to leave.

The homemade bike had a pusher motor with the batteries on the trailer. That configuration left me enough room for a basket on the rear and another on the handlebars. I could in fact carry quite a few things.

I found the Food Lion store right where she said it would be. Instead of stopping I rode the half mile farther and into downtown Brunswick. Brunswick had been build in the late seventeen hundreds. It was actually six or seven miles inland and on a river. It had been a safe place for the merchants to build a transfer point for good to be shipped inland up the river. In other words the town was old, very old. I liked that about it at first sight.

Since I had only been about five miles I had plenty of juice in the batteries so I stopped at the riverside park. It was beautiful and surprisingly empty. I sat on a bench and looked at the wide expanse of water. There was also a view of traffic crossing the obviously new river bridge. It was peaceful and I would have continued to sit in the sun but I had things to do.

As I passed through the downtown I spotted a small cafe. It obviously served the working people of the downtown area. It lacked the large parking lot of a fast food restaurant so there would be no truck of trailer customers. I decided to give it a try.

"What'll it be?" The teenaged waitress with the bad teeth asked.

"What's good?" I asked in return.

"Most everything, what you in the mood for?"

"The grilled cheese with bacon sounds pretty good."

"Fine what to drink?" She was all business.

"Make it iced tea." I replied.

"Sweet or not?"

"Sweetened tea."

The sandwich was good but it was also too expensive. On the way out I got directions to the goodwill store from the cashier. I did that because usually the goodwill has all kinds of small appliances. You know those oddball things we are all given at one time or another. The toasted sandwich makers ect usually found their way to the Goodwill store.

I stopped by the Goodwill store but had no luck in my search for an electric frying pan. I did find a book or two that caught my interest. Since I had brought my dishes and some clothes from home, there was little else of interest to me. I planned to keep an eye out since I never knew what might turn up.

I stopped at the grocery for heat and eat can food and frozen dinners. I didn't get much since I couldn't carry a great deal. I limited myself to two bags half filled.

I bought half a dozen cans of cooked navy and pinto beans. Those could be eaten as a complete meal or easily turned into soup. I bought a pound of pork sausage and three dry mac and cheese dinners. I bought a small bag of coffee for my small coffee maker. I found that the Food Lion would sell half a dozen eggs in a small carton, so I bought one of those and a bag of hamburger rolls. The bill was almost twenty dollars for those few items.

Once back home, I put the groceries away. Most went into the Rubber Maid storage box I called the pantry. Some things went into the dorm refrigerator and some went into the shelves of the cabinet currently being used as a dry sink as well.

It was after lunch so I took a nap. Why not I had nothing else to do.

early morning misery

I got in Monday night after six. I had time to park the trailer and level it but nothing else. I took a chance and drove the truck up to a fast food drive thru for a burger and coke. Since I was just as exhausted as if I had actually worked, instead of sitting behind the wheel of an air conditioned truck, I just fell asleep on the camp bed. The weather was warm so I didn't even use the sleeping bag at all.

Tuesday morning I took the truck back and paid my bill. It was much less than half what a tow to the camp ground would have cost. I got lucky and found a campground which would let me stay as long as I liked. The space even included electricity which was figured in with the rent. It was in a less developed part of a mobile home village. My rent was $12 night or $75 a week. Since there was no water and sewer hook up, there was a small bathhouse. The bathhouse had showers that were almost clean, toilets that seemed to have toilet paper, at least they did that first morning. Just inside the bathhouse was a washer and dryer coin operated of course.

It looked as though the place would suit me fine. I was about ten miles from the ocean and ten feet from the next trailer space. I suppose that accounted for the lower price.

The fellow I bought the trailer from found time to replace the original canopy. I was glad of it. Not only would it supply at least a little protection for the bikes it would give me a little shade. The spot on my right had a small pop up camper parked at the rear end of the space. The front must have been for automobiles since there was a small pickup truck there. The space on the left was empty, but it was Tuesday, likely someone would be in before the weekend.

The young couple on my right looked to be about twenty or so. The seemed to have a lot of noisy sex. I would have thought they were on their honeymoon but who would go on honeymoon in a pop up trailer. Probably an old married couple, just not married to each other. That was my thought as I searched for dinner among the cans inside my plastic storage box pantry.

I decided on the gourmet version of beanie weenies with taco chips and a hot tomato sauce made for taco bell sauce, tomato ketchup and Tabasco sauces. After that gourmet meal I settled into the computer search for a carrier. Inside the park I found what I expected. Someone had a wireless dsl connection that was not encrypted. I just punched it into my computer and off I went to the internet.

I played around on a couple of forum sites, then went to bed. My first full day on the North Carlina coast had come to an end. I hoped that I might be able to do a little sight seeing on my second day.

moving day

8am Monday morning found me sitting on by my bike outside the thrifty rent a truck office. I had made the reservation the week before so I expected no delays in leaving the parking lot. I had used the time before the employees arrived to remove the push trailer from the bike. The bike and trailer sat beside me while I finished my McDonald's coffee.

The middle-aged woman arrived first. She had my paperwork completed before the mechanic arrived for work. I had to wait while he found the truck and pulled it to the front. He was good enough to help me load and tie down the bike. He even provided a couple of short pieces of light weight ropes left by a previous customer.

I know I said I wasn't supposed to drive but I kept my driver's license active. I told Maggie that it was in case of emergency. Well I considered saving five hundred bucks an emergency. That was the approximate difference in cost between doing it myself and hiring someone to do the move for me.

I had reserved the smallest truck available with a trailer hitch on it. The rental company had provided insurance for the truck and for the trailer I would be towing. It was expensive but I thought it would be a good idea to be careful since my driving lacked a lot to be desired.

I wasn't too dangerous when I didn't drive in traffic but the trip to the coast would be in traffic. Not so heave since it was on a Monday but still traffic.

I had allowed extra time at every stop since things never went exactly as planned. I got back home to load my junk from the house well after nine when I had hoped to be there before nine. Still it was only forty minutes or so.

I loaded my dad's large wooden tool box first. It had a pillow from Goodwill that went on top of it to make a bench. I made the decision to carry only those tools which I could pack into the toolbox. Space was going to be a premium.

I managed to pack a great deal of tools into the coffee table sized tool box. The box had a dozen coats of cotton mill green enamel paint on it. I had purposefully left it alone. It was the last reminder I had of him and where I came from.

After the toolbox came the Walmart dorm sized refrigerator. It was still packed in the unopened box. The receipt was taped to the box just in case I had to return it. beside it on the floor of the truck I placed a toaster oven from Goodwill. Then the sleeping bag, camp bed, some clothes, a five gallon plastic water container, my spare pusher trailer, the expensive electric bike, and its trailer, my large school desk with built in chair, my electronics stash and finally a couple of boxes of odds and ends which I had bought at Walmart. I bought them at the same time thatI bought the dorm frig. The truck still had room for a lot more. It seemed almost empty but that was okay, I wasn't going to have a lot of storage space.

It was after eleven when I pulled the car from the drive. I drove the ten miles to a subdivision just outside of town. It took me a couple of minute to find the place. I had been there previously of course but only once. I found it after only one wrong turn. I spotted the old style camping trailer in the drive. As promised he had moved it to the front so that I could move it out without damaging his truck.

I had never driven a truck towing a trailer so it was no doubt going to be an adventure. The trailer was from the 1950's according to the previous owner. He had started the restoration but ran out of money so had it for sale.

He had restored the running gear and even modernized it some. He had rewired it bringing in a second circuit with breakers instead of fuses. That is the point where he ran out of money. There was no plumbing system or bathroom. Not even a closet in the trailer. Just one open room 6.5 feet by 16 feet. It was only six feet tall at one end the other was about four feet. Obviously that was meant to be the bedroom area. One spot on the wall by the door did at least have rough shelves with a wide top. It would have to serve as a dry sink for a while at least.

With the trailer attached and the safety chain hooked, I headed for the highway.

A NEW START

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I woke up on that Sunday morning with no plan other than to find pancakes somewhere. Showering and dressing for the day took a while, but not nearly long enough to use up the extra time. I awoke at five am, while the restaurant opened at seven on Sunday.

I chose that day to ride the bike I had built from scratch, rather than the kit bike. The bike I built was a Rube Goldberg looking contraption, but it ran faster and the batteries lasted longer than the kit bike. I didn't mind the wires exposed to the world for its inspection. It kind of make me even more eccentric looking to most folks.

I parked the bike on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. It was the only benefit to riding a bike to breakfast. I would have driven the car except that I had promised my wife that I would stop driving over two years before. Beside in 24 hours the car would be in some other driveway.

I found my usual booth by the window occupied so I sat at my 2nd favorite one in a corner. I didn't even bother with the menu. The middle aged waitress with twenty pounds of excess weight and crooked teeth approached the table.

"I didn't think we were going be seeing you again," she said as she opened her pad.

"It's my last day in town. I thought I would have a plate of flapjacks to celebrate."

"Good, I'm glad you came by to say goodbye one more time." Her voice almost seemed to have the right tone, but there was also a hint of sarcasm in it. Her voice had held sympathy six months before, when my wife passed away. That sympathy had turned to sarcasm as I began moving away from my old life. Lots of people felt as though I had lost my mind. Most seemed to think I should be treated as a foolish child. Others like Helen saw it as some kind of betrayal. Betrayal of all those who would never just up and throw it all away. Throw it all away was their point of reference not mine.

I enjoyed the large stack of pancakes washed down with hot black coffee. Maggie would have loved it as well. I shuddered as I thought, most of the things I had done here, I had done with Maggie. I had to get out of town my present circumstances just made it too sad. If I stayed in that house or even in that town, I would be dead within a year.

I had my own health issues to deal with, but I chose to deal with them differently. I was going on the worlds longest, or maybe the worlds shortest road trip. Only God knew which it would turn out to be.

When I arrived home, I walked through the almost empty house. The Thrift store would be coming by to pick up the last of the furniture from the house as well as the tools from the shed. Everything leaving town with me was stored in the smallest of the bedrooms.

I had slept the night before in a sleeping bag laid out on a folding camp bed. The camp bed was made of nylon canvas stretched over an aluminum frame. It was hard as hell but it suited me. The sleeping bag, the camp bed, along with a few other things from the house, would be leaving town with me. Most of my possessions and all of Maggie's had been sold or given the kid. The car had gone to her along with much of the furniture.

The landfill got the bedding and Goodwill got most of the clothes both my and Maggie's. The place looked sad and dirty without the furniture and pictures on the wall. It was so sad looking that I went onto the porch for my after breakfast coffee.

While the batteries on the bike topped off the charge, I drank three cups of coffee. I also watched about a hundred cars pass the house. I had bought the place because it was on a busy street. My customers, back when I had them, could easily find the house/office. It had proved to be a good investment for me over the years. Even after its usefulness to me ended, it brought a decent price. My status had changed from owner to tenant during the last month. Even that would end the next morning shortly after 6am.

I made a couple of phone calls to say goodbye to a few people that day. It was the least I could do, since I had a few friends I might call on for help someday. I figured it would be a good think to end my time in Grover's Mill congenially.

I made it through the day with only a few thoughts of suicide. I was getting better it seemed. I slept that night peacefully, even though my life was about to turn upside down. Since it had done that once already maybe it would actually come to rest in a position with which I could live.
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I reset the hub motor

I moved the hub motor from the small straight bike where I had it to a 26" 18speed front suspension bike I bought at a thirft store. I really does perform well when set to the highest possible gearing. I suppose I could shift it down if I couldn't get the energy up to maintain the high gear pedaling on a long hill. But as of not it seems to do fine on the test track.

The front suspension is nice as well. The roads are much worse these days I think. Must be less maintenance and cheaper building materials. I dunno.

been too long

I haven't kept this up as I should. If there is anyone reading I'm sorry. I finally got the small evil bike working well yesterday. The weather broke which is also my excuse for not writing. I haven't had anything to say really.

I rode the small evil bike to the park this morning for my walk. I need to keep an eye out to see how long it takes to recharge. I'm curious. I have switched to charging the two batteries in a parallel circuit with a single 12 volt charger.

Well I'm off to breakfast with my wife later.

Well it's thursday

I worked on the small bike I bought over the weekend. I got it to work but I don't like it. The bike is not comfortable At all. And its very, very noisy. I can probably find and fix that problem. i do have two other bikes so it isn't a real high priority item though. I just wanted to make it work and I did.

Rainy monday past and now its tuesday

I worked on the bike just a little yesterday. I added thee inches to the first push bike so that it would fold up for storage. In it's present configuration I can move it in and out of the shop. I no longer need to store it in the shed.

If it dries up outside my back door, I need to weld four L brackets onto the new bike to hold the batteries, and then some kind of holder on each of the bikes to hold the wires away from the wheels.

If it continues to look like rain, I might just put it off till another day.

second pusher bike

I tried the ebike with a two wheel pusher trailer. It worked okay, but not as well as the one with a single wheel. I converted it to a single wheel. I do have to switch out the rear bike wheel and I have to work out a battery system otherwise it is finished. Since this one folds up, I'm going to store it inside and without batteries. I guess it will be my spare bike. Just add batteries and it's ready to go.

whats the pusher for?

Well the easiest bike I have at the moment to ride is the bubba bike. I can roll it out then add the battery pack and off I go. The pusher isn't bad either. I just roll it out of the shed and take off. It is a little more complicated than the hub but only because I have to pay more attention to how the bike feels.

I have a second pusher motor ready to install. I am looking for a bike to put it on now. Actually I might get a full suspension for the hub motor and move it over. The pusher I can slip onto the bike I am using now for the hub. It would work out pretty well I think.

more fun everyday

Now that the gross build is done, I make small improvements everyday that make the bikes more fun to ride. Today for instance I rode the bubba bike (hum motor) and discovered that my shoe tapped the homemade luggage carrier... So I took a few minutes to move it back and bend a corner a small amount to get it out of the way.

It actually a lot of fun now to ride these bikes. The weather is nice and the bikes are performing will. I have another whole motor kit to install on a bike if I run across one I just can't live without.

the double tap failure

yeah the bike with two motors was a bust, but I did learn a few things and that's what experimenting is about.

I am going to do it/

I was so impressed with the pusher motor that I am building one that I am going to attach to the hub bike. I will be interested to see what, if any, effect it has. I have the bike ready to accept it. I also have the pusher frame built and fitted. All I need now is the motor and wheel assembly which is on it's way to me.

I still need to build a battery rack but that is a simple enough job.

Yes I know

Yes I know it infuriates the four wheelers to see me zipping along at a blazing ten miles an hour. I hold them up thirty seconds while they wait for an opportunity to pass me.

Most pass me safely and bite their tongues, Some pass me safely and show me their fingers, some pass me safely and shout obscenities. I don't mind any of those too much. Okay the obscenities remind me of the last scene from easy rider so they bother me a bit. However the worst by far are the ones who feel the need to try to force me off the road but cutting back in too close.

But the truly frightening ones are the ones who pull out in front of me at cross streets. I suppose they think might makes right and I guess it does since I stop for them.

I like it more and more

Every time I ride that pusher bike I like it more. I rode it twice today and it has a lot going for it. It has a low power consumption and great torque. it climbs hills like a mountain goat. It really is one of my better builds. I just don't have the trailer right yet but It will come to me. Not sure just when but it will.

I am going to get another wheel set. Just in case they are hard to find later. I expect the motor will outlive me but I guess I'll get one of those as well. hell I might build a bike for it as well.

What to tell a 5year old

I was thinking during my morning shower how I am going to explain my fascination with bike riding to my 5year old grandson. I wish he was older so he would understand. I am rebuilding a bike for his mom to ride with him. He is going to have questions for sure. "Why do you ride a bike "P" (his name for me)?

Bike riding is life caught in a single microcosm. Some days it seems that it is all downhill or flat, Some days it seems to be all uphill and a strain so bad you are not sure you will make it to the top, then you have to do it all over again.

But the more you work at it the more you can enjoy the downhill and flats and the smaller those same hills seem to get. So in the end up have your ups and down but they kind of seem to even out a little. Then of course there is the inevitable crash at the the end. But ****, I do it for the ride not to get anywhere in particular.

Then of course I could be mysterious and say, "I ride because I still can."
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latest and I hope the last

Incarnation of the robo-tandem e bike. I hope this one is finished at last.

pusher ride

I managed to dodge the rain long enough to get in a two mile ride on the push bike. It handles a little differently but more than acceptable. I am going to put a twenty inch wheel on the front of the bike again. The balance is pretty far off and this one isn't quite as easy to control as the bubba

waiting always waiting.

Im waiting for it to dry up enough to test my new bike. If this propulsion system works it will be a great little unit for people to build at home. Not much to building it.

I am in the middle...

I'm in the middle of a range test on the ebike. I rode it five miles already today. I am going to ride it around the neighborhood until it starts to die. That way I can get a pretty good idea of the range of the bike. Ten miles of riding it my way would be acceptable. More would be better of course. Ten miles comfortably would be fine since I only have a hundred bucks in them. Fifty three dollars and change per set of two is the actual figure.

We will see in an hour or so.

I rode it and got ten miles. The battery was weak but still turning the motor over acceptably. I on the other hand was worn out. I gave up at ten miles but I'm sure there was more in the bike. I decided to pull the battery pack apart and reform it into two packs again.

gettin' stronger

I might just become an advocate for the healthy life. Okay probably not but I took the bubba bike out for a spin. I took it down to the local chicken joint to buy some cold slaw for dinner tonight.

Yes I have made this trip before on the bubba bike and there were a couple of hills that kicked my butt. Not so today. Today I pedaled hard up them alright but I wasn't gasping for air when I got up them. I got home feeling pretty darn good about myself. Maybe there was some unknown hand guiding me when I bought the undersized motor. I have to pedal hard now and then but it seems to be helping me improve my stamina. The biker god works in mysterious ways,

Also I took a good look at my experimental bike. The one I will be putting the pusher motor on. It has a friction drive front wheel drive already. I might just leave that as well. It would give me a total of 650 watts of raw power.

Here is the real beauty of it. I began a while back putting an extension cord female end on my battery pack and a male end on the motor. Now I can plug both motors into the cord. I can remove either of them at will. Sometimes you just have to get lucky.

All in all a good day so far in E-Bike land. AkA sparkville, NC. The good thing about being the only bike builder in Sparkville is I get to be the mayor. Wonder if I can get my title changed to Mayor of Sparkville

the weather is getting warmer

I will be riding this afternoon.

a cold wind that blows no good.

There is a really cold wind blowing hard today. Very unusual for North Carolina. This is more like New England. So for exercise I cut my grass.

I don't know about anyone else but my mind wanders to lots of things while I cut grass. It doesn't require too much focus to push a lawn mower. So as I am cutting I'm also trying to talk myself out of a larger hub motor.

There are a lot of good reasons not to go up in size. Not the least of which is that the motor I have now will probably last a lifetime. Not because I think it is great, even though I do think it works just as it is supposed to. It's more because it isn't exactly what I want. I just want to see what a 600watt 36volt motor is like.

Then i got to the cost of one of those. $350 to 500 bucks low end. Heck I could get another china girl kit for only $150 these days. Then somewhere out of my minds waste basket I pulled all the other things I had to buy for the kit. Piston rings that I screwed up. Various nuts and bolts I had to replace. A new chain because I switched bikes and the old chain was too short. I couldn't find the links I had cut off to make it fit. Oh yeah a chain tool to cut the chain to fit. Three count em three tensioners trying to find one to keep the chain out of my rear wheel. Oh yes a new rear wheel for when the tensioner went through the spokes of that rear wheel. Special gas cans to keep the premix away from my lawn mower gas. I'm sure there are some other small things I JUST HAD to have.

That's when I realized that the Ebike really wasn't that much more expensive. Especially when I add in the new registration and insurance cost. They are estimating the ins at 85 bucks a year. Oh I almost forgot the fifty dollar motorcycle helmet in my storage room that I will never wear again.

I have to keep telling myself how expensive the hub motor is or I will be out buying a new one.
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next project.

I am going to build a push trailer with electric motor. It should be a good project and I hope not too hard to do.

Downtown test ride.

I don't think anyone realizes the condition of our roads unless they ride a power bike. Automobiles can step right over the cracks and small rough spots. The most I ever remember knowing about some of these rough spots was the sound of the tires humming as they went over them. That was in a car, not on the bike.

Those same hummer spots toss me all over the place. Every crack in the road has to be planned for unlike in a car. In a car it is the rail road crossing you might notice. On a bike something a lot smaller can toss you to the ground. I am very very careful around broken pavement. In a car I looked a block down the road planning for what might happen, on my bike I look ten yards down the road to plan.

I haven't even mentioned manhole covers yet. I expect every bike rider knows about those. They are much easier to avoid if you are not pulling a trailer.

This is brought on by the five and a half mile ride downtown and back on my bubba bike. It is the dress rehearsal for my wife's retirement party. The topography isn't too bad, so it is very doable.

Since I doubled the battery pack I had more than enough power. As a matter of fact I came in with 25.5 volts. The power saver feature of the bike shuts it down probably about 24.5 so I had a good amount of reserve. It started at 26.5 volts.

I ran the bike in full comfort conditions so it seems it will go over ten miles at comfort riding mind set and probably twelve or more miles at conservation mind set riding. All in all a successful test..

Oh just a piece of advice, if you build a battery trailer, build a frame on the bed so that the batteries can't shift onto the tires. It makes it hard as **** to pedal with the battery case rubbing a trailer tire. It's a lot like a hand brake dragging. See I am still learning. I learned that during yesterday's test.
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For some time

For sometime now my life has been headed in this direction. Medical issues have forced me over the last year or two to curtail my driving. I have been preparing for the day that I would have to just give up my car completely. The day has come. From this day forward I will be riding my ebike everywhere I go or bumming rides with friends and family. So it's time to make the bike I have now workable and plan for the next one. I will need to build one bike that will really do it the way I want. The bike I have now will be my teacher.

The bike was designed to give me exercise not run as the only means of transportation for me. It will be interesting to see how I do things now.

trailers trailers and more trailers

I have returned the scooter trailer named for the wheels and tires, to a singer battery pack sla trailer. I plan to use the newest one for a two pack trailer. It will henceforth be known as the lawnmower trailer also named for the wheels.

The rebuilt trailer and more

The trailer works just fine. I have another set of test to run on different batteries so I will be working on converting a different trailer I have to a battery toter. It will be interesting of course.

I'm going to try to determine whether or not a flooded battery setup is practical.

the bigger and better (i hope) trailer..

I rebuilt the trailer.. I tested and rebuilt it again. Now I hope I have a trailer that will not come apart and will carry 2 battery packs well hidden. I am going for stealth. Yes the trailer draws attention, but I'm hoping it won't set off any moped bells for the local pd. With that in mind I will be riding with a bike helmet but not the motorcycle helmet required for mopeds.

I will try to make a photo next time I ride it. If I can remember to take the camera.

Besides being stealthy it also had the center of gravity issue beat.

troubles in trailer land.

I knew it was too good to be true lol. I fixed the trailer right to the point that it wouldn't work at all. Even worse I rode off with it not working.When I finally got it home again, I really did what I hope was to fix it permanently. time will tell after I build some more battery cases.

hub bike range test two

I went to the senior center again the same route as yesterday but with power management in mind. It was a little more work but it seems to have done better on power consumption. I rode uphill pedaling all the way with power assist. I coasted down hills with the throttle off completely. I pulsed the throttle on the flats, batteries had 12.87 volts on them when I returned.

conclusion is if I need to make a trip of about five miles then power management is in order but for trips under four miles it is pretty immaterial. I will be making the double battery pack test either this afternoon or tomorrow I think.

off to the senior place

I rode the friction bike 3 1/4 miles today to the senior center. The parking lot was full so I didn't stop. I rode it with the throttle wide open and got home with 12.57 volts still on the battery pack. That isn't too bad but I plan to do it again tomorrow when it stops raining. I'm going to do it with more of my power and less of the battery just to see if there is a significant difference. I was almost never off the throttle during the ride.

Then I am going to make the ride with my battery trailer on as well. I am curious to see how it does that way.

too many experts

Every time I go to bike forum and stay more than a couple of minutes I am surprised by how many experts there are lol....

It Sunday and raining

what a drag...

seems like its rainin' all over the world

It has been rainy since yesterday and will be few more days it seems. I really do want to ride again. I hope the rain ends soon. meantime I am giving some more thought to a push me pull me trailer.

hard to believe

It is hard to believe but it has been almost a week since my last post. I have been working on the bike a little but mostly I tested the friction drive and found it wanting I switched the engine for a larger one and the wheel broke off it. So I commence to ruin it completely. Ah well such is life.

I did get a second good battery pack up and working. Two working packs give me a lot more flexibility. I can switch them if I need to make a trip before the first one has recharged or use them both together for a long trip.

the plan what happened to the plan

I rode the bike to the home depot instead of just around the hood, so I did the power management thing and it kicked my butt. It was all doable and I need the exercise so it's not a terrible thing. I still don't have the correct technique I'm sure. I did order the second battery pack so that I can load up and go father or ride again sooner. I'm looking forward to seeing how that works out.

Sunday morning comin down.

It's supposed to be another great day here. My plan is to ride the bike again today but probably not the bike trail. Something on city streets most likely. Using more power and less pedal.

I still want to find the best way to ride this. Also I need a longer test with the higher seat. I think it probably changes the balance of the bike and not for the better but it does allow for better pedaling torque.

the power trailer test

I rode the hub bike today with the addition of extra batteries on a trailer. The battery pack is interchangeable with the one on the bike or they can be run together to give longer life.

rebirth of the hubber bubber

It's a twenty inch kids bike with extensions on the front fork to hold the 26inch wheel of the hub motor. It isn't a perfect ride but it is fun.

The new hub motor bike. I am beginning to like this bike more and more. I am thinking I might switch the motor to the black bike though. The black bike is more versatile that way and the red bike will accept the big tires.

politics and motor bikes

I find it interesting that on the motorbike forum there have been postings which could be construed as political decent. It took about two hours for someone to ask they be removed lol. These most likely are the same people who screamed the loudest against the past administration. Funny how the last guys accepted dissent as part of the American political system but these guys want to stifle it. they are the ones who felt that the last administration was undermining democracy. I just find that scary.

2nd test on hubber bubber

the distance of travel for the bike under more epower and less pedal power was very very close. I decided to call it 4 miles and be done with it. either or

My next test will be of the friction drive bike. The batteries on it are a little older and have less top end charge so I don't expect as much from them.

testing the hubber bubber

I ran the first test of range on the hub motorbike. I rode it with conservation in mind. I got 4.25 miles on a charge. It's as good as I could do in the real world/

next good day to ride I need to check how far it will go just riding with as little concern as possible.

Then I want to test the friction drive with those batteries under the same conditions to see what the range would be.

direct friction drive.

It is my opinion that the most efficient friction drive is a drive wheel directly on the engine. The most energy from the engine is transmitted to the bike wheel that way.

I hub motor watt for watt is more efficient but is also more expensive by a lot.

already there

I piked up the bike about 8:30 a.m. In the condition shown above.

I had it finished by 8p.m. It did require some major modifications or it would have been done in a couple of hours.