only had a range of a hundred miles or so on a full charge, and they couldn’t be ridden while they were charging. The fact that they could ride separately was the only upside.
The three-wheeler looked like it could be driven as the batteries charged, but they would only have one vehicle to depend on.
Speed and range won out. With very little discussion, they decided on the trike.
Deo jumped in. A key was in the console, and when the ignition was engaged nothing happened. No charge. He put it in neutral and climbed out.
“We need to push it out into the sun,” said Deo.
Lecti was in no hurry. She hoped the batteries took a long time to charge. She really didn’t care if they ever saw the cyclists again. She would have liked to kill something, but her anger was more focused to their rear.
Lecti judged by the sun that an hour went by before the dash lights came on when the key was turned. It was a bright, warm day. Waiting to let it charge was pleasant. She and Deo both stretched out on the hard cement and soaked up the sun.
“What do you think, Deo? Should we try driving it now or wait ‘til it gets a bigger charge?”
Deo was anxious to go. He wanted to get started now, although his mood had gone from blind rage to cold determination.
“My biggest concern is that we might get down the road and something breaks, and we’re stranded without a vehicle. We’ll never catch them then.” Deo looked worried. “Of course there’s just no way of knowing, so we might as well give it a try. Yeah, let’s go. If we don’t like it right away, we can always come back and get the bikes.”
The shotgun found a place on the driver’s side and the rifle on the passenger’s side. Built-in baskets on either side in the rear accommodated the packs.
Lecti did not want to drive. As they slowly pulled out of the drive, she moved around, familiarizing herself with the space. Several times she pulled the rifle out of its sheath and sighted it through the cage at various angles before replacing it. Deo wondered at her sudden intensity.
The three-wheeler moved slowly. Something was either wrong, or it just wasn’t built for going fast. That did not seem likely from the look of it. The looming hill as they moved east slowed them even more. Deo kept the accelerator pressed to the floor and they crawled up the hill. Maybe the charge was low, or maybe the vehicle was just not going to work. It wouldn’t be the first time they would have to abandon a vehicle that looked operational. At the top of the hill, he turned the trike around.
“This is ridiculous,” he fumed at wasting their time. “We’ll use the bikes. As soon as we get back, we get them out and get them charging.”
Lecti agreed. This fine piece of machinery was a disappointment.
Deo picked up speed as they drifted down the long hill. It was fun, just as the skateboards coming down the hill from Tahoe were.
Deo and Lecti did not know that the brakes generated a charge as well as the panels. As they picked up speed he tapped them occasionally, and at the bottom of the hill he slowed. The next time he stepped on the accelerator he expected nothing more than what he got before. The rear tire was on a small drift of sand and the rooster tail that was suddenly thrown behind them as he floored it surprised them both. The power generated by the brakes had released the survival mode, which automatically kicked in whenever the power was too low.
The siblings looked at each other and Deo grinned. This was more like it. The road into Carson City was straight and broad and invited them to test their ride. Deo smiled as the acceleration pressed him back into his seat. Goggles that sat on top of their heads were pulled down and positioned for comfort. The wind blew through their hair, the suspension soaked up the drifts, and the double front wheel configuration made it corner better than anything else they could have found. Suddenly they were good. Dodging obstacles was fun
The three-wheeler looked like it could be driven as the batteries charged, but they would only have one vehicle to depend on.
Speed and range won out. With very little discussion, they decided on the trike.
Deo jumped in. A key was in the console, and when the ignition was engaged nothing happened. No charge. He put it in neutral and climbed out.
“We need to push it out into the sun,” said Deo.
Lecti was in no hurry. She hoped the batteries took a long time to charge. She really didn’t care if they ever saw the cyclists again. She would have liked to kill something, but her anger was more focused to their rear.
Lecti judged by the sun that an hour went by before the dash lights came on when the key was turned. It was a bright, warm day. Waiting to let it charge was pleasant. She and Deo both stretched out on the hard cement and soaked up the sun.
“What do you think, Deo? Should we try driving it now or wait ‘til it gets a bigger charge?”
Deo was anxious to go. He wanted to get started now, although his mood had gone from blind rage to cold determination.
“My biggest concern is that we might get down the road and something breaks, and we’re stranded without a vehicle. We’ll never catch them then.” Deo looked worried. “Of course there’s just no way of knowing, so we might as well give it a try. Yeah, let’s go. If we don’t like it right away, we can always come back and get the bikes.”
The shotgun found a place on the driver’s side and the rifle on the passenger’s side. Built-in baskets on either side in the rear accommodated the packs.
Lecti did not want to drive. As they slowly pulled out of the drive, she moved around, familiarizing herself with the space. Several times she pulled the rifle out of its sheath and sighted it through the cage at various angles before replacing it. Deo wondered at her sudden intensity.
The three-wheeler moved slowly. Something was either wrong, or it just wasn’t built for going fast. That did not seem likely from the look of it. The looming hill as they moved east slowed them even more. Deo kept the accelerator pressed to the floor and they crawled up the hill. Maybe the charge was low, or maybe the vehicle was just not going to work. It wouldn’t be the first time they would have to abandon a vehicle that looked operational. At the top of the hill, he turned the trike around.
“This is ridiculous,” he fumed at wasting their time. “We’ll use the bikes. As soon as we get back, we get them out and get them charging.”
Lecti agreed. This fine piece of machinery was a disappointment.
Deo picked up speed as they drifted down the long hill. It was fun, just as the skateboards coming down the hill from Tahoe were.
Deo and Lecti did not know that the brakes generated a charge as well as the panels. As they picked up speed he tapped them occasionally, and at the bottom of the hill he slowed. The next time he stepped on the accelerator he expected nothing more than what he got before. The rear tire was on a small drift of sand and the rooster tail that was suddenly thrown behind them as he floored it surprised them both. The power generated by the brakes had released the survival mode, which automatically kicked in whenever the power was too low.
The siblings looked at each other and Deo grinned. This was more like it. The road into Carson City was straight and broad and invited them to test their ride. Deo smiled as the acceleration pressed him back into his seat. Goggles that sat on top of their heads were pulled down and positioned for comfort. The wind blew through their hair, the suspension soaked up the drifts, and the double front wheel configuration made it corner better than anything else they could have found. Suddenly they were good. Dodging obstacles was fun
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