We left downtown LA in the early afternoon of a Friday. Weaving in and out of city traffic until we merged into our bike lane to leave the city. Using a network of roadways, river trails and designated bike routes we made our way out of the hustle and bustle and towards the mountains.

The city streets became smoother as we approached the suburbs, the gentle change in grade telling us we were on the right path. Stopping once to meet more members of the group and allow those who had not already to stock up on the evening’s previsions.

When we made it to the trail head, I was excited to see a like-minded group of adventurers sharing the space. Nasa and JPL have a facility along our chosen route.


As the only ebike in the group I felt a little bit like what I assume those early astronauts felt. Exploring not only new places, but new tools, new workflows and new ideas.

We pedaled up a mountain access road until it sort of just, ended. Making way to foot paths, boulder fields, trees and river crossings. Yes crossings, plural.

The further we got into the sticks, the less people and signs of life we saw. Enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of mother nature. Our shoes were wet, but our hearts were full, and the bikes were getting along just fine.

We arrived at our chosen campsite at dusk and split up to set up our respective camps. Just like the bikes we had chosen, we all had different versions of the perfect set up.


With the assistance of my ebike, I was able to carry a bit more creature comforts than the rest of the group. Like a full kitchen set up including camp lights and desserts for the group.

When your bike doesn’t know the different between 185lbs and 285lbs, you might as well bring the little extras.

Sharing snacks and laughs through the night, we slept under the stars. Recounting the days ride and organizing new memories. Letting the crackle of the campfire sooth us to sleep as it burned itself out.

We woke up early, eager to start our day at camp and our journey home.

Sharing breakfast and recounting the ride in, we discussed our route home. While most of the riders would split off as we meandered back towards daily life, a few of us stacked up the miles to end where we started.

Mission success. Not only had my ebike made the journey, it thrived. It helped me to fully immerse myself in the joy of the experience, the time with my friends and even grab some photos. It hauled the extras for the group, and it did just as many miles as anyone else.

And now, having more than half a battery charge left, I got to finish with a solo route back home. Feeling fresh, feeling rejuvenated and feeling grateful. For the experience, and my Copperhead HD.