Hi Les, when they give out merit badges for
persistence of vision,
you'll be seeing
double!
Ha ha, you are
so patient with your bike....
because you're in luv, right?
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Les, every time I see your sig, I sort of cringe, because someone might just go and deal with Greenwit.
A year ago, when I first started looking to learn about ebikes---long before I found any e-forum, I found their webstore. It was an accident of Google. I fell for the pitch.
I believed their texts and I spoke on the phone and was wide-eyed excited
as I selected an entry level bike that cost about $400usd.
Oh, it was a special. "These all need a bit of touch up and we'll do that before sending it out to you." This recounting is not exaggerated, btw:
Two months later, after begging for shipment of my by-then stale b-day present to self,
what they sent to me was a total wreck of grade D parts tossed into a used other-bike's flat carton. With a big hole in the side from a fork lift punch.
It, the thing inside, was not what was advertised, except in the most nominal ways, it was not a bike.
The plastic carrier--that breadbox on the rear carrier for the batteries, had had its four corners cut off!!
by Colin Maston, the shop craftsman,
to allow the three bricks that I'd specified to fit.--I wanted a 36V ride.
It was outrageously bad work, yet Colin (who btw claimed to have invented the hubmotored BOB concept) told me by phone,
"Good news--I've found the perfect sized box for your 18Ah bricks."
He didn't tell me how he made the box work: with a soldering iron melt-cut of the box's four rounded corners.
You'd see the battery corners! It was a freakin joke.
It's was a kid's bike too---they knew I was an adult---they sold me a 24" tiny framed kid's MTB. Wow. I didn't know then 26" from 24" or a damn thing about bikes.
Then when I complained (it was such a dented, dirty,
cat-hair covered, melange of hooey) they then said "Well you bought a cheap bike. What'd you expect for that money?" It was more than bruised: the rear wheel was totally taco'd in shipping.
It was a potato chip.
And they had not insured the package.
All the finished parts were gouged either in packing and in shipping,
slipping all over each other;
all stryo bits of waste packing had slipped to the bottom of the box.
The styrofoam survived the shipping better than the bike parts.
"We'll be sending it to you all assembled and adjusted and road tested".
That's what they had said for two months whilst stalling on sending my purchase. "We'll send it out next week". I heard that four times, at least.
And it came at last. So excited, happy again. And then I opened
The Box: euuuuuuuuuuowwwwwwwrrrrrgh!
OH MAN. If my experience was at all representative, well,
Les--your sig line question makes me relive the horrror and the denigration and that dead feeling ya get when you find out you've
bought a box of rocks.
end: I forced return of the bike. First time in my life to ever force a return for credit. It was so bad an experience.
Then I found the Currie mongoose cruiser, bought that and have been happy ever since.
I'm glad you rescued the XPe from careless clutches.
May it live long and love you back. It's a good match.
And, it IS a bike! :lol:
cheers,
r.