Zero this, and Zero that…

I had a good look at a Zero motorcycle last week at my good buddy Art’s dealership, Douglas Motorcycles in San Bernardino, California.  There’s more info coming, folks, but check out this cool photo of yours truly on an arm-stretching Zero…

Zero gasoline, zero oil changes, zero oil filter replacements, zero air filter replacements, zero smog checks, zero valve adjustments, zero noise, zero emissions, zero chain lube…you get the idea. This is an appropriately-named bike, unless you’re referring to acceleration! It was scary fast!

My wife took that shot, and I processed it in Photoshop to convert the background to black and white.  I like it.  And I liked the Zero.  It was scary fast.   But that’s a story for a future blog.  Keep an eye on the ExhaustNotes blog, because that story is coming!

You’ll get a charge outta this…

The only City Slicker in America residing in somebody’s garage…

No clutch. No noise. No gears. Best of all, no gas. Basically, no worries. If you can work an iPhone and ride a bicycle, you’re there.

“Whoooeeeeee!” I thought. This is going to be fun.

I’m the only guy in America who has a new CSC City Slicker in his garage.

I’d like to be able to say I have a lot to learn about electric motorcycles, but there’s not a lot to learn.  There’s close to zero maintenance (ooh, did I actually use that word?).  One of my shooting buddies who owns a dealership in a large left-leaning California city (there’s a redundant expression if ever there was one) is dropping his line of electric bikes because there’s no follow-on maintenance.   Follow-on maintenance is an important income stream for a dealership.

“Maybe we sell a tire once in a while,” he said, “but that’s it. Electric bikes just don’t need maintenance.”

So I rode a City Slicker home today. I stopped for a coffee on the way, because Slick was telling me he wanted to be a GS.  “We’ll stop,” I said, echoing Lloyd Bentsen, “but you’re no GS.”

It was cool. I almost wished I had a job again, just so I could make a daily commute. I’ll bet I passed 30 or 40 gas stations on my 17-mile commute, and I was smiling the entire time. Four bucks a gallon? Who cares?

One more time: This is going to be fun.

Like Arjiu and I always say, check back often.