the GOT bike

If it seemed my last post ended abruptly, or even if it didn't seem that way, it did. The good news is I did make it out the door and to physical therapy on time! And yet a whole, or mostly whole, new bike and very fews words about it aside from a bad pun on its name, I felt remiss to miss out on a few words of excitement: new bike! After inspecting all the varied planes of the bike with road rash, I had a chance to ask Alexis how quickly the car was moving when the bike separated from it. It looked like it tumbled a bit. As I roughly expected, 60mph, but as I hadn't guessed, it happened twice! Oof, tough day, but while we love bikes, they are material things, and we can all be thankful no body was harmed. The bike, however, it was hurt. The wide rear rack had protected a lot of parts on that end, but it showed its sacrifice. Off it went. The front wheel was folded over severely enough that the seam was separating. That held the hub motor, and Alexis retained the battery which ...