In the past 3 weeks I’ve more than doubled my mileage on the FlyKly electric bike. In 250 miles I’ve been over every East River bridge (most of them twice), as well as the Pulaski, and been up and down the 1st, 2nd, 6th, and 8th Avenue corridors numerous times.
At this point I ride comfortably, without feeling awkward on the bike (despite the fact that now that I have the rear storage compartment installed, my seating position is a little squeezed). And I no longer have my eyes peeled for police: I watch for them, sure, but I haven’t been hassled at all, even when riding through areas where I’d be cautious even on a normal bike.
On a day like tonight, the FlyKly is perfect for a long loop like the one I took — from the West 70s looping through the bottom of Central Park, over the Queensboro Bridge, through Long Island City to the Pulaski, through central Greenpoint and down the Brooklyn waterfront to north Williamsburg, around the Navy Yard to the Brooklyn Bridge and then home. With 2 stops for coffee and one for a Tom Collins, of course. That’s about 20 miles, which (on top of the 5 miles I did earlier in the day) just about tapped my battery out. But it’s the kind of fun that I moved to New York in order to have — I saw about 10 neighborhoods (depending on how you count), and a beautiful sunset, in about two hours.
In the two months I’ve had the bike, I’ve been cussed at by a total of two bicyclists (one each on the Manhattan and Brooklyn bridges) and told “you can’t park here” a total of twice. In exchange for that, I’ve been fawned over by at least a hundred cyclists, pedestrians, and motorists. Today alone I got an enthusiastic “thumbs up” from a guy in a van on Jackson Avenue in Long Island City, and had three separate substantive conversations about the bike with people who coveted it. And the curious include people of all ages (including the elderly), and everyone from douchey-looking dudes to barely-English-speaking deliverymen. Security guards and doormen especially love it, but it’s not just a guy thing; I had a long chat with a woman of at least 60 who saw the potential in it.