My beloved Hebb Electric-Bike that has often rescued me from the vagaries of arthritis is very ill, and possibly experiencing multiple organ failure. Leaving my other two bikes sulking in the garage, I did a grocery run today and had to administer CPR on the last mile coming home to the Hebb.
Poor little thing wheezed and whined terribly up the very small hill and could only muster about 3 mph of power. I was forced to pedal really hard with no assist, so we were BOTH wheezing and whining and threatening multiple organ failure.
Hopefully I can get up to Hybrid Cycles, Electric Bikes in West Chester, PA during the first week of January for repairs or ... gasp ... a peaceful interment and replacement. Not that Hebbie can ever be replaced...
With great shame I admit that before Hebbie even has flatlined, my head has been turned by a green-eyed slinky sultry tall drink called Pedego Cargo Stretch.
The funeral will be a private affair for family, dogs, and bikes and I will atone for my transgressions.
In lieu of flowers please be kind to all homeless, rusty, traded-in and abandoned bicycles and ring their little bells as you pass by.
