They would catch my eye and a more basal part of perception before I became inured to them, start of surprise and piqued alarm, bicycles moving along at a speed not impossible or strictly unusual, but in absence of travail and conviction, none of the tension and purpose of a rider’s bowed coiling body leveraging into the big ring small cog that would be required for that clip. Impassive undistressed overwarmly dressed rider, maybe a pedal stroke here there but then coasting that defies folk physics appearances like not quite right movie CGI.
This part of lower Manhattan, greatest concentrations of electric bikes in The City, and therefore I’d guess in the USA.
Isn’t “electric bike” an oxymoron?
Our neck of the woods now abounds with electrically aided bicycles – a definite change, but they’re still contestable if you’re in the mood speed-wise :-)
A guy at work rolls in on his electric. Weird, huh?