dogman said:
The only problem with the ebike revolution in China and other places is that the instant they can afford it, THEY WANT A REAL CAR.
Yeah. I know. But knowing things has never stopped me from having kooky ideas, connecting dots, following trains of thought well beyond their logical conclusion, or believing that given the choice, enough people will do the self-evidently 'right thing' to make it all worthwhile.
Heck, I've even been right about a couple things. And don't burst my bubble on the whole 'people doing the smart thing' thing. I expect disappointment, but the alternative is wonderous.
I remember trying to explain to people how important the internet was going to be in 1992, and getting a lot of blank stares in return. (Although, to be fair, in 1993 I would also tell anyone willing to listen that while html was certainly *interesting*, all the real research and development would remain focused on gopher for the foreseeable future.
I grew up in DC (the city, not the burbs), and was vaguely aware even at a young age back in the halcyon '80s that there were too many cars, and too many people getting too upset about having to spend too much time in cars. This attitude changed briefly when I got my drivers license, but only briefly. My parents have a wonderful sense of humor, and the car I inherited as a teenager was a monstrous Buick LeSabre that was as quick in acceleration as a paddle-boat and as confident in handling as an aircraft carrier. I never tried it, but I'm pretty sure you could have landed a Cessna on the hood.
Try parking that beast on a Friday night in Adams-Morgan or Dupont Circle. Shit, try keeping the tank even half-full as a high-school student. I am not a parent, but if I ever am one, I will follow the example my parents set: I will let my children drive a car that is impossible to park, expensive to operate (they'll pay for this, of course), unattractive in the traditional sense, and which is all-around a bigger hassle than it's worth (at least if your distances are short and you don't mind a little exercise).
(Aside: do you know what blows my mind? People drive to exercise clubs to ride on stationary bikes. People ride elevators to the exercise room, where they work out on a stair climber. Very, very few exercise machines do anything but convert kinetic energy into waste or waste heat. How much energy could a modern gym produce if all the resistance machines were dynamos? Could it power itself? Could it cut the power bill in half? How much electricity does one person produce in a half-hour on a stationary bike?
Rotating doors? They're already a good idea because they allow a minimal volume of warm air leaving relative to the volume of human entering/leaving. Why not hook up a dynamo? The Walgreens at Michigan Ave and the Chicago river has a rotating door that is in near constant use from very early until very late every day. Damn near every building in the Chicago Loop is the same. This is wasted energy. And while I know that it's a minuscule percentage of the total energy consumed by Chicago, why waste what you can capture? What could you power by putting a dynamo on a revolving door that is in near constant use for 14-16 hours every day?
Sorry, this is still the aside. I did mention earlier that I ride trains of thought well far ...)
Even later when I was at university, I had dumped the LeBehemoth for a Mazda 323 (DC to Cleveland on one tank of gas, baby.), I still rode my bike most of the time. There was no parking shortage at all on campus, nor any shortage in the town. But from what I recall, a parking permit at the school was simply ludicrous. I only lived on campus for the first year. From the second year I biked -- a different flat each year but always about between one and two miles. In the third year, I got the 323, and when I drove, I parked on town streets and walked rather than pay for a permit. I lived only about a mile away, so unless the weather was exceptionally shitty (not unusual in Cleveland), I rode.
Plus at school I had a whole theory that I would expound on at length at whatever opportunity I was given that riding a bicycle at all, and especially as a means of commuting, was itself a subversive act, and as such, something to be praised. Or to put it another way: By riding a bike instead of driving, you were giving the finger to oil companies, car companies, insurance companies, gas stations, even the local government, since you would ride on their pavement and sidewalks while noticing (but not really obeying) stop signs and red-light signals. Riding a bicycle, I tried to explain, was punk. And I still believe this, depending of course on context.
I must have been a sight, in retrospect. Riding all-weather in a suburb of Cleveland, where people will drive to the corner rather than walk for 5 minutes, riding a cheap bike with a big orange milk crate on the back that had 'Thou shalt not steal' burned onto it (I stole it -- the milk crate, not the bike), wearing a backpack with a peace-sign painted on it that my hippy girlfriend gave me, which also had my chain lock hanging from it, which I would reach behind to free and menace drivers with if I felt they weren't giving me enough room. Shit, lot of places in the Cleveland metro don't even have sidewalks. There are rec trails and the Metroparks, but no safe way to ride a bicycle for even a mile or two.
I've talked too much and lost track of the story I wanted to tell. Which was probably less interesting than what's here.
I'll just hope I made sense, and trust that I stayed reasonably on-topic.