The American Summer was just barely kicking off. My boyfriend was skating ahead of me on his longboard as I trudged behind — slowly — on my bicycle up a hill. No matter how hard I tried, I could not keep up. I was covered in sweat, annoyed, and over our goddamn excursion to the nearby park. Look, I love bikes, but I fucking hate hills and pedalling up them at snail speed, looking like a goddamn weakling.
This is why I am an e-bike stan. Hills? No problem when your bike has a battery boost. Sweat? See ya never. They make riding so much more fun, especially for those of us who are not like my super athletic and fit boo. The first time I stepped on my brolic e-bike, I felt unstoppable. This time, my boyfriend was the one struggling to keep up. The entire time, I was