We sell and service Human Power Augmented a.k.a. Electric bikes and ride them enthusiastically ourselves. See also our folding bikes at Folding Bikes West.
We invite you to visit our store, phone or email us. Ours is one of the last Internet shopping cart-free sanctuaries.
Electric Bikes Northwest
4810 17th Ave NW
Seattle, WA 98107 - Map
ph: 206/547-4621
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Summer Hours:
Monday thru Friday: 11–6
Saturday: 11–4
While egalitarianism clearly is not much in favor in today's society on a bicycle all cyclists nevertheless need to pedal. Rain falls on cyclists' faces, pedestrians ignore chiming bells, dogs chase, mud splashes on to cyclists' shoes, drivers on occasion hurl invectives and bicycle helmets do flatten hairdos—without regard to individual protestation, merit, wealth, corruption, position or presumption.
Cyclists are denied the reckless glamor of talking on cell phones and sipping coffee while under way, although some valiantly try. They have to seek excitement elsewhere instead of chasing around the block for a parking spot. Cyclists have no business at gas stations but may always stop off for a newspaper if they miss that cozy gasoline and snacks community.
Cycling is quite benign to the environment. No fumes, no pollution and no engine roar. No fuel other than what the cyclist ingests. No overseas military entanglement is required to secure a steady supply of toast, orange juice, potatoes, etc—although in the light of recent events we may no longer assume that yet another war cannot be rationalized and launched.
The humble bicycle allows us to interact primarily as Humans, not as one Ford versus one Mercedes. Cyclists move about at a slow, but remarkably unimpeded, pace obviously on an uncovered contraption that brilliantly weighs a mere fraction of the rider. Only the cyclist her or himself must take credit for or bemoan the actual progress of the ride, not an engineering department in Detroit or Stuttgart.
Cyclists may not impress drivers behind an expensive wheel but if drivers had an inkling of what they are missing out on cyclists would rather inspire awe and envy. The very essence of bicycling lies in the mystical experience of actually riding a bike, viz:
This experience is found more in the area of poetry than prose, more in art than in science, more with singing in the shower than with watching TV news. It can be put in words but perhaps no more effectively than having beautiful music, a gorgeous sunset, or how your dog looks at you put in words. Riding a bike is play, pure fun, and a game. It holds true for someone who has not ridden a bike in a while, and miraculously remains the ever blooming experience of the daily rider.
Perhaps I drove the wrong car but driving was never like that.
Copyright © 2010 EbikesNW
By Eric Sundin