Unloaded, fully charged battery, max throttle, my remote claims 30 mph.
The radar speed sign is almost exactly a mile away.
Fiona declined the command to step into her Land chariot, for an afternoon, post balance wire routing head clearing cruise, so I put the chariot back, and went alone.
I was amused with the extra acceleration solo, and the weak brakes are not nearly as bad with ~70lbs/31.8kg less weight, but I was trying to conserve battery, for the speed run at the radar sign.
The asphalt is new, but the crossing the parallel seams have the wheel edges catch and release funny when crossing, but I’ve gotten used to them and where the ‘funny’ is potentially dangerous.
Speed limit 20mph on main routes, 10 or 15 elsewhere.
The radar sign is located right before a turn. Says 15mph max, at the end of a 20moh stretch.
It Flashes at 16+
I’d blown a stop sign to get in front of a White SUV who might screw up my speed run if they stayed going straight, and there was a car infront of me I was hoping would turn off.
I commandeered the whole road, both lanes standing tall, lightly carving, doing 25mph, hyper alert for cars in front or behind, pedestrians, squirrels, pinecones, sticks as you all do, and have done long before I got into esk8.
Im sure others could take the one major turn far faster than myself, but it was the fastest i have yet tried it, as I wanted to conserve momentum, and I got lower, tucked leading shoulder in a bit, wished for younger knees, then clipped few apexes by some mid road islands, and found the road crown, and got lower, and aimed at radar sign, and fuck you knees, I got lower and had been full throttle since the turn.
There was a dog walker on far right side of road.
Long legs Lenore.
I have no idea what her name really is, and neither her or her dog seemed to hear the quiet hub motors or urethane on New clean asphalt, and I kept throttle at max figuring if the dog or LLLenore freaked out I’d be well past by the time either could react poorly.
I thought perhaps the battery in the radar sign had failed, and my data collecting speed run would be pointless, other than for adrenaline, but then it started flashing 27mph.
There is a slight downhill grade. Maybe going from 6 feet above mean high water, to 4.5 over 100 meters, but this is SW coastal Florida, and hills don’t exist.
I got a little lower, but doing anything downhill tuck related is not really feasible with 52 year old abused knees.
The radar sign is pissed off, flashing 27, 27, 27, then 28, finally, and I was stilll 30 yards from it, and the slight downgrade was not yet at its max.
I left road crown, and aimed at the sign
Some obstacles present themselves immediately after the sign.
A confined left turn, or a hard right.
I saw no traffic, and decided to commit to the left, but kept hammer down.
28, 28,28, the sign screams insistently, but I’ve already seen 28 before, once, and I could feel and hear and sense I was still accelerating slowly.
I chance a quick look at my remote, and it says 29mph, and I look back up and the screaming radar sign flashes 28, 28, 28, 29!.
Yeeehaaaaaaw!
‘Next… on the Dukes’
Turn coming up fast. Brakes get slammed, and they thankfully didn’t feel too weak, turn easily navigated, personal speed record broken, all is well.
It blows my mind you guys have drivetrains with 10 times as much power on tap.
I think I would be far too irresponsible with such power available.
