grindz145
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I thought it would be cool to start a thread to share some of the adventures I have, while touring around on my ebike. Long range ebike trips are nothing like any other form of bike travel.
2013 Electrathon / Green Grand Prix Part 1
I was able to take last friday off as a volunteer day, in order to officiate for the Electrathon Event, held at the Green Grand Prix at the famous Watkins Glen Racetrack.
Watkins Glen is about 70 miles from my house, and that's just about the range I have so I figured I would ride down on Thursday night, charge overnight, and head back on Friday after the event. What transpired was slightly different...
Headed out on Thursday night at about 6:30. It was nice and warm about 73 degrees F, but windy, really windy. I loaded up with sleeping bag and tent and headed off.
Quick photo shoot over the Erie canal:
The wind was just brutal, 20-30mph consistently, and I was heading right into it. It felt like I was going 50 at 20. This wasn't in the plan.
After 16 miles I knew I was in trouble. I have ~2kw of usable capacity and a 150w Icharger. I just haven't bothered to build a bigger one yet. Afterall, 20 hours of charging is cool right....
I should have at this point, done the math, and realized there was no hope of success and turned around and went home, but of course, I did not....
I use google walking directions when doing these kind of trips, and quite often, I end up in some interesting places. I highly recommend using google walking directions:
The sun was heading down quick, and I've only made it about 30 miles... not good, but it was too beautiful to stop, and besides, I have everything I need, tent, sleeping bag, and charger.
The wind continued to pick up, now I'm way out in the middle of cornfields, and very small towns. I have about 15 miles until anything relatively civilized. This is what it looked like at the last streetlight for 10 miles:
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So now I've entered Amish/Mennonite country. It was dark. I mean it. No lights anywhere. I have my LED headlight which was more than sufficient though. Suddenly, in the middle of Mennonite country, I lose all power. Luckily I'm running the LED headlight off of it's own battery pack, so I still have some light. I struggle to put the bike on the center-stand an keep it there. The wind is trying to blow it down, so I uncover my battery pack with one hand an hold the bike with the other. As I mess around with the wires everything comes back up. Hmm. Not good. After some more messing around I isolate the problem to a single bad anderson powerpole. I get out my knife and pry the burnt and half-melted pin up, in hopes that it might make some contact. I had been pulling about 20-30 Amps continuously, without really noticing it, definately cooked the connector.
All of the sudden I see something in the darkness coming toward me quickly. It wasn't making any noise, and it didn't have any lights! I was half blinded by my own LED headlight, which I had turned toward me so that I could see what I was doing with my knife. What the hell was out in these cornfields, miles from any civilization, cruising down the road in complete darkness? A man on a bicycle. It must have been an Amish/Mennonite cyclist, and with the tailwind (he/she was going the other direction) he must have been doing 20+mph just pedaling! It was starling to say the least, and it took me a few seconds to make any sense of it.
I pedaled along with minimal assist at about 12MPH. It was the best I could do considering, and I knew I couldn't risk burning the connector up any worse than it already was. After another hour of pedalwork, I saw the lights of the town of Penn Yan, a small picturesque fingerlakes town. I figured that there must be a plug here somewhere.
I found this plug here on the side of a gas station, and setup my somewhat worthless and pathetic 150w charger.
I plugged in and headed into the gas-station, bought a Gatorade, and explained to the attendant, what an ebike was, and why I had it plugged in on the side of the building, and why she didn't have to worry about it. She was intrigued but didn't mind at all. I asked her when she was working until, so that I knew what my timeframe was: 11:00.
Meanwhile I wandered around town to see what I could find. I ended up treating myself to a glass of finger lakes wine:
Even though the wind was nearly blowing me off of the chair I sat outside and watched the traffic go by.
Even though this place is only 45 miles from my house, it felt like another world. I would have never ended up here if it weren't for the ebike. I would have skipped over this place completely. The town was mostly empty on Thursday night, but I enjoyed it.
Needless to say, I spend a little more time sitting at the table outside the pub, and wandering around the town than I had budgeted for. Why not? I was just waiting for what little charge my 150w charger would buy me anyway? Well I finally wandered back to the gas station around 12, packed up my worthless 150w charger, and started out into the parking lot, when I was approached by several of Penn Yan's finest
After wandering the town for a couple of hours, I had completely forgotten that the gas station attendant, who I explained the whole situation to, had went home for the night, and a new gas station attendant was there. I had checked on my bike a couple of times, just to make sure nobody was messing with it, and in hopes that I would see some voltage rise... The attendant must have gotten concerned about this, and called me in as a "suspicious figure" I was wearing a backpack, and of course with everything that happened this week in Boston, everyone is a little on edge. I can't blame them. The officers were super nice, and weren't concerned in the least about the legaility of my ebike. The officers ran my license, I apologized to the attendant (who was very apologetic herself) and I continued on into the night.
I was running out of power fast and looked for a place to set up camp via google satellite view. I found a small church which had both an outlet, and a nice lawn to setup the tent, I plugged in, and then setup the tent.
The wind had subsided to about 18mph according to my phone, but I still managed to lose my tent bag, which blew away into the darkness. Bummer. I slept for 5 hours or so.
I packed up and continued on for watkins glen. I only had about 25 miles to go.
To be continued
2013 Electrathon / Green Grand Prix Part 1
I was able to take last friday off as a volunteer day, in order to officiate for the Electrathon Event, held at the Green Grand Prix at the famous Watkins Glen Racetrack.
Watkins Glen is about 70 miles from my house, and that's just about the range I have so I figured I would ride down on Thursday night, charge overnight, and head back on Friday after the event. What transpired was slightly different...
Headed out on Thursday night at about 6:30. It was nice and warm about 73 degrees F, but windy, really windy. I loaded up with sleeping bag and tent and headed off.
Quick photo shoot over the Erie canal:
The wind was just brutal, 20-30mph consistently, and I was heading right into it. It felt like I was going 50 at 20. This wasn't in the plan.
After 16 miles I knew I was in trouble. I have ~2kw of usable capacity and a 150w Icharger. I just haven't bothered to build a bigger one yet. Afterall, 20 hours of charging is cool right....
I should have at this point, done the math, and realized there was no hope of success and turned around and went home, but of course, I did not....
I use google walking directions when doing these kind of trips, and quite often, I end up in some interesting places. I highly recommend using google walking directions:
The sun was heading down quick, and I've only made it about 30 miles... not good, but it was too beautiful to stop, and besides, I have everything I need, tent, sleeping bag, and charger.
The wind continued to pick up, now I'm way out in the middle of cornfields, and very small towns. I have about 15 miles until anything relatively civilized. This is what it looked like at the last streetlight for 10 miles:
[youtube]AqOnCAyCeGU[/youtube]
So now I've entered Amish/Mennonite country. It was dark. I mean it. No lights anywhere. I have my LED headlight which was more than sufficient though. Suddenly, in the middle of Mennonite country, I lose all power. Luckily I'm running the LED headlight off of it's own battery pack, so I still have some light. I struggle to put the bike on the center-stand an keep it there. The wind is trying to blow it down, so I uncover my battery pack with one hand an hold the bike with the other. As I mess around with the wires everything comes back up. Hmm. Not good. After some more messing around I isolate the problem to a single bad anderson powerpole. I get out my knife and pry the burnt and half-melted pin up, in hopes that it might make some contact. I had been pulling about 20-30 Amps continuously, without really noticing it, definately cooked the connector.
All of the sudden I see something in the darkness coming toward me quickly. It wasn't making any noise, and it didn't have any lights! I was half blinded by my own LED headlight, which I had turned toward me so that I could see what I was doing with my knife. What the hell was out in these cornfields, miles from any civilization, cruising down the road in complete darkness? A man on a bicycle. It must have been an Amish/Mennonite cyclist, and with the tailwind (he/she was going the other direction) he must have been doing 20+mph just pedaling! It was starling to say the least, and it took me a few seconds to make any sense of it.
I pedaled along with minimal assist at about 12MPH. It was the best I could do considering, and I knew I couldn't risk burning the connector up any worse than it already was. After another hour of pedalwork, I saw the lights of the town of Penn Yan, a small picturesque fingerlakes town. I figured that there must be a plug here somewhere.
I found this plug here on the side of a gas station, and setup my somewhat worthless and pathetic 150w charger.
I plugged in and headed into the gas-station, bought a Gatorade, and explained to the attendant, what an ebike was, and why I had it plugged in on the side of the building, and why she didn't have to worry about it. She was intrigued but didn't mind at all. I asked her when she was working until, so that I knew what my timeframe was: 11:00.
Meanwhile I wandered around town to see what I could find. I ended up treating myself to a glass of finger lakes wine:
Even though the wind was nearly blowing me off of the chair I sat outside and watched the traffic go by.
Even though this place is only 45 miles from my house, it felt like another world. I would have never ended up here if it weren't for the ebike. I would have skipped over this place completely. The town was mostly empty on Thursday night, but I enjoyed it.
Needless to say, I spend a little more time sitting at the table outside the pub, and wandering around the town than I had budgeted for. Why not? I was just waiting for what little charge my 150w charger would buy me anyway? Well I finally wandered back to the gas station around 12, packed up my worthless 150w charger, and started out into the parking lot, when I was approached by several of Penn Yan's finest
After wandering the town for a couple of hours, I had completely forgotten that the gas station attendant, who I explained the whole situation to, had went home for the night, and a new gas station attendant was there. I had checked on my bike a couple of times, just to make sure nobody was messing with it, and in hopes that I would see some voltage rise... The attendant must have gotten concerned about this, and called me in as a "suspicious figure" I was wearing a backpack, and of course with everything that happened this week in Boston, everyone is a little on edge. I can't blame them. The officers were super nice, and weren't concerned in the least about the legaility of my ebike. The officers ran my license, I apologized to the attendant (who was very apologetic herself) and I continued on into the night.
I was running out of power fast and looked for a place to set up camp via google satellite view. I found a small church which had both an outlet, and a nice lawn to setup the tent, I plugged in, and then setup the tent.
The wind had subsided to about 18mph according to my phone, but I still managed to lose my tent bag, which blew away into the darkness. Bummer. I slept for 5 hours or so.
I packed up and continued on for watkins glen. I only had about 25 miles to go.
To be continued