Ode to my Step-thru Pedego City Commuter: Black Edition

O Pedego City Commuter, how I loved thee.

I rode you everywhere,

from Ocean Beach to the Ferry Plaza to Marin.

Your five levels of Pedal Assist whizzed me up

many a San Francisco Hill, while

your slightly squeaky brakes

kept me from hurtling too quickly

down said hills.

You were a constant companion

for weekends gliding through Golden Gate Park

or late night returns from dinner parties.

You held water bottles, extra hoodies

and most importantly, Pinkerton

in your fetching basket.

You were the epitome of

green commuting and

California living.

To the asshole who stole you out of our garage;

Fuck you.

The battery wasn’t in it.

Good luck trying to ride a

non-motorized 60 lb. bike.