Here's a story of misfortune, both unforeseen as well as self-inflicted.
I recently got
my first e-bike set up and started breaking in the battery. Way too much fun.
I decided today would be the day I'd try riding it into work. On the way, I encountered almost every kind of snow I'm aware of. The worst is the traffic specific snow that has been gathering dirt and is more of a solid crusty mass than snow. Then, some pooled water that became a perfect sheet of ice skating quality ice. I fell once, and remembered thinking, "I shouldn't have gotten the less expensive ones with the smaller stud count."
Then my battery cut out just before the parking lot. At least I got to work. I started reading about Headway packs, and that maybe I could just reset the BMS by unplugging and replugging. Whatever, I'll just charge it. Oh, well, I @$*#ed up the positive lead for the Anderson contact on the charger, and it came out, so I couldn't charge.
So, on the way home, I had to pedal a heavier than normal single speed bike, and the ice from before was now the MN thaw special kind of ice: only a thin bit left at the top, and underneath is standing water with visible air bubbles. When you step on it, it might hold, then again you might be up to your knee in water. Try that with tires? Only a Pugsley could get through this crap, which I am now fully sold into building come next winter.
I did try to re-engage the electronics a few times... it would turn on, be willing to carry me 5 feet, then cut out again.
Now, this wasn't so bad if I eaten my wheaties so to speak. I skipped breakfast this morning because I was all "@*$# it! I have a motor! Someone can drive me to lunch, and I'll motor back home." Well, none of my project group showed up, so I didn't get lunch either.
I basically endured a 8 mile march on zero calories. I had to revert to my high school running training, and to go as slow as possible after a serious bonk in order to conserve enough energy to make it to my destination. Every once in a while, I'd text my wife to come rescue my lame excuse of a man... but we had a silent MMS outage!!
I recall more than once a moment where my field of vision became completely green tinted, which meant I needed to stop or sit down.
I showed up at the door finally, and she's all, "Hi honey! I missed-- you look like shit. Are you okay?!"
Yeah, I'm okay. Oh those texts just showed up? Awesome. You're driving, let's go get the biggest burrito known to man.