Updated May 20 2019
In my photography life I’ve always held that a camera is just an excuse for me as a way to meet people. Sure I love the craft of creating imagery, but it’s the people I meet and befriend that motivates me to do it over and over and over. The Sur Ron is the same way. Although the majority of people I interact with are ‘virtual’ friends who I’ve never met, when I have the opportunity to meet one of my brethren I jump at the chance. Eli, a fellow owner sent me a note to tell me that he was visiting the area where I live. So I rode over to meet he and his best friend Nick so we could shake hands and meet in real life. My favorite. At this point the Sur Ron community is small. But those I’ve met through this amazingly well engineered device are great folks.
First off this is a completely different blog post about the Sur Ron then my ongoing one. This one focuses on the many varied aspects of my enjoyment and love of this bike. I purchased it sight unseen on April 11 2018. It was backordered and didn’t arrive to my driveway until June 13 2018. Two months are two days of agony.
Anyway as I’ve stated in my other blog post, I’ve owned, raced and ridden a ton of bikes both off-road and on road. 1968 is when I started riding seriously and I ended my road racing track days in 2006. Thirty eight years of riding. There was a brief stint when I didn’t own or ride a motorcycle, it’s when I had kids and my wife and I decided we didn’t want to have daycare raise our children. So it went from a DINK (Double Income No Kids) family to a family of four with one income; meaning no money other than for food and shelter.
So years later I bought myself a Specialized Rockhopper hardtail mountain bike and fitted Rock Shox air forks. At least I was still on two wheels! It was fun until the day I was on a trail in mud just after a heavy rain, my foot slipped out of my toe cage and my balls impacted on the crossbar. After I lifted myself out of the mud and hauled my bike home, my right nut swelled up to the size of a softball. A doctor at the ER used what I still recall as the longest, largest diameter needle that I swear was shaped like a corkscrew with a blunt end to draw out the fluid. If you’re a guy reading this it’s OK to cross your legs and grimace, yeah it was bad.
The thing that made mountain bike riding kinda boring was the limited amount of wrenching I could do on my bike. Compared to a motorcycle, MTBs are well….yawn! But at the time and with my limited funds and time it was a ‘nice’ alternative. As the kids got older and my income increased I began an on road racing segment of my life. First as an individual, then as a team member and finally as a racetrack trainer. Those were some of the best two wheeled times of my life. The comradery was exceptional and I will forever remember those days with a smile.
So later in life I got interested in eMTBs. I had looked at the FLX bikes which were crowdsourced electric bikes, but decided against them. Crowdsourcing was just not for me for 1500.00. So I ended up purchasing a Haibike Fullnine RC and LOVE it. Electric two wheeled vehicles became my new love. I rode and still ride it everywhere. But then came the Sur Ron…..
So why all the crap about my bike history? For those who may be considering the purchase of this bike I wanted you to know that I’ve come with some two wheel history to the Sur Ron. I enjoy the following things about any two wheeled vehicle I’ve owned:
- Riding it
- Working on it
- Looking at it
So I’ll cover those three things about the Sur Ron
It’s NOT a motorcycle. It’s NOT a bicycle. It’s somewhere in between and in the best way I would have never imagined. It’s small, it’s silent, and it’s an automatic. No gear changes, no gasoline, no oil, only fun. I ride my bike damn near everywhere. E V E R Y W H E R E ! On bike paths, on gravel roads, on small motocross tracks, in fields, in vacant lots, on public roads. Because mine has the pedal kit I’m treated like a bicycle. Sure I have a California moped plate too, but find I never use it. As a police officer told me one day “As soon as anyone sees a license plate, you’re treated differently. But as a bicycle, you are well, a bicycle – just a damn fancy and cool one!”
The pure joy of just charging up my bike, turning on the key and heading out to ride without disturbing a soul is amazing. I’m fortunate to live in the land of Milk and Honey where the varied number of venues to just go ride are endless. I can ride in neighborhoods with a vacant lot, or an area where construction is being done and because of its silent nature no one even blinks.
I ride on public roads when I feel like doing errands on the bike. I ride in the bike lanes. I ride through public parks, or over wooden foot bridges. I’m NEVER an asshole because I don’t want to be one. So many people ‘worry about cops’ but police have way more important things to investigate then an old fart on a fancy electric bike. The things I do concern myself about are assholes who ride like they are on their own racetrack. People with cell phones collectively calling to report those folks ARE THE PEOPLE THE POLICE MUST RESPOND TO. So being friendly and courteous is just the right way to behave in my book. And unfortunately I have not yet matured enough to not speed up to those riding fast like asswipes and either stop them or yell out “Slow the fuck down asshole.” Direct confrontation dies hard in my family history.
This bike is more enjoyable and fun than any bike I’ve ever owned. EVER. Enough said.
Working on it
OK I like, no wait, I LOVE to tinker with my mechanical stuff. There is just a pleasure for me to analyze and if necessary improve or replace components of a bike to customize it to my liking. It’s just who I am. As I stated earlier MTBs even eMTBs just don’t have quite ‘enough’ mechanical stuff to satisfy my itch. For this point in my life I want something that I can improve, but not be too easy, but not too much of a hassle. ICE bikes are a total hassle for me now; though they weren’t in the past. It’s kind of a ‘had been there done that’ type of thing. The thing I’m not as educated about is electric engines and batteries…but I’m learning. Suspension, brakes, fasteners, fabricating…..ah heaven on Earth for me. Just enough to keep my hands and mind happily occupied; or not if I don’t want to do so. Make no mistake, like any vehicle be it a bicycle or car it does require attention. Checking brake pad/disc wear, tire pressure, chain adjustment and lubrication are all part of the deal. If you’re the sort that just expects a self-driving vehicle you won’t be happy with a Sur Ron. LOL!
Looking at it
Ever had a girlfriend, boyfriend, dog, movie poster, porn channel…oops that you cannot stop looking at? For me my Sur Ron is just that, easy on the eyes, a piece of art, a masterpiece of engineering. Since my day job is as a professional photographer….. of course I’m going to photograph my fucking bike! I primarily use my cell phone, but on rare occasions have used my work camera and strobes. As my daughter bluntly put it “Dad you shoot your bike like you shoot naked women.” I can see her point.
So after all of this if you do or do not decide to own one of these machines it makes little difference to me personally. I don’t sell or have a stake in those that do sell Sur Rons. No skin in the game if you will. But the amount of joy I derive from owning/riding/working on/looking at this bike is incredible. And I had loads of life joy even before the Sur Ron! I want it cremated with me. (just be sure to remove the battery pack first….or there will be BIG fireworks! LOL) Enough said.