I was finally able to pull off two old sheets from the electric scooter! The bike had been pushed up against and chained to the wall in my parking stall for the past nine months. It wasn't nearly as grimy as I had imagined though. I was also little relieved as one time this winter I backed up a little too close and heard a noise. I guess it wasn't plastic breaking as all looked as it should!
The lead-acid battery module had been up in main closet in the apartment. I regularly kept it charged up though the winter months. I don't think one can get a long lifespan from this type of battery if it remains discharged.
Looking up Sixth Street from the city's downtown parkade.
I first rode to the gas station at the foot of Twelfth Street as my little tires were only at about 15 p.s.i. but should be between 35 and 45. Then, I rode uptown. My city is on a enormous hill. The bike really doesn't have the guts to go directly up Sixth Street, the easiest access route. Instead, I meandered up by the site of the former St. Mary's Hospital and continued along side streets. The neighbourhoods are quite handsome and the bike gives an excuse to actually enjoy them. I primarily buzzed around Queen's Park making sure not to hit all the gaggles of kids and chaperons.
Following that, I parked on Carnarvon Street near our building's main entrance and got some cleaning supplies. There wasn't much to clean so it didn't take long. Finally, I just went for a spin at the Quay. I love flying up the bike lane while the traffic is all stopped on Columbia Street. It's near silent power so even a max. speed of about 35 kph gives the illusion of being dangerously excessive! I love it.
