Ah kfC ("C" for Capitano), gotta agree with you totally! My thought here is to spread the risk (sorta a investor truism?), and I also like to sit at the feet of the ebike gods (here on ES - and elsewhere, if there were such an alternative universe), plus I hope to learn by my mistakes, and only hope to enlist tons of "oversight". And expect to "journal" my efforts here that others might learn from my (our?) experiences. Dunno watt I have written about my own life/experiences here on Planet Spheroid, but nutshell, before wasting my life as an accountant (CGA. Certified Good Accountant - or general, something like that, and with apologies to primitive bean counters EVerywhere), I gained a Cert in Marketing from Ryerson (Polytech Inst., shortly before Ryerson took the leap to University status), and before that I first went to U (St.Marys, in Halifax) to become an Electrical Engineer. Didn't do so well at that, but had played with electrical things as a kid. Took "advanced" (1st year U) physics and chemistry in last year of high school. Recently, two diff folks at a hospital tested my "mental capacity" (aka "brain power") and they told me (separately and privately) by their tests I should be "more intelligent" than 95% of their other patients. Whether true or not, I know at least not to trust myself (grin). Myself, I don't care how "smart" others are, only whether they are good at watt they do. I have good friends that have won world championships as wooden duck decoy carver, another that has painted my arms many times as temp "tattoos" so I could go "raving" (kinda got a soft spot for artists AND musicians, eg recently having watched Mick the the boys/grrrls - the Stones- from a box at the Air Canada Center, in Toronto, having already watched Mick et al at the El Mocambo, watt used to be a fun bar in Toronto. Also went to see Alice Cooper at the Varsity Stadium, also in Toronto). Never cared anything much about money, doing the Christian thingee (better to give than to receive), but funnily enough, watt tends to go around, comes around. I EVen started out as an "employee", but broke free from that, to be self-employed as an accountant, preferring to work with the best (eg one of the worlds best shirt makers, who would sell half of the shirts he/his crew/staff made in Toronto to folks in Cali and "Lost Wages" (sp?) for $500 a pop, that would "tip" me w/my own "bespoke" shirts). Currently I find myself having to reinvent myself (again), this time no longer trusting myself as an accountant, so falling back to marketing, and trying to sell watt I already know and love, the electric bicycle. But how does a military orificer get the job done? As a "middle manager" employed type with a small staff of my own, I had my own "crew", who I explained to that a good "manager" otta be able to die at their desk, unnoticed by their staff for a week. When I finally left that "job", I had two ladies (grrrls) crying on my shoulders (one on each) at the prospect of them losing "their" boss.
So that's the nutshell.
Sadly, I am still not interested in making money (although having money for food is sorta handy. Clothing and shelter, waaay further down on my list), but I AM interested in leaving our little ball of dirt a better place than when I "got here". I am from a long line of senior military officers, and my name (and most recently investigations in genetics) might imply a warrior class from Scandinavia. The Vikings? Maybe you have heard of them? Hehe... So I know a little bit about my own family history at least back to the Battle of Waterloo (1815, where "I" had Scots fighting on both sides, Bonapartists against the world).
And personally, I am fed up with the deaths and destruction caused by the 20th-century gasoline/diseasal horseless carriage. Something that I believe has to DIE, DIE, DIE.
And my choice of weapon is the electric bicycle. (Folks get upset when they catch me peeing on their car tires. Hehe... just kidding!)
Anyway. So I have the name and genetics that imply I might be a warrior. I am from a long line of military officers (my own bro, an officer in the Canadian Navy his whole career, our father ended up as the Rear Admiral on Canada's Wet Coast (hehe... in Esquimalt/Victoria, BC). Some in my family at least believed that the pen is mightier than the sword. So now I find myself having to convert watt I have been writing about for maybe 10 years approx. into a "vocation" (something more than just a passion).
I wish I COULD promise EVerybuddy their money back. I already own too many garments with too many pockets, NONE of them deep enough, apparently.
Well, guess I could rant on and on. But I have already littered ES with history stuff, etc.
Gotta go now. Still hoping to ketchup with our Toronto Mayor at his New Years Levee later today.
Cya
L
