The park ranger had clear hazel eyes, no-nonsense gray hair in a bob, and a hat with an official NPS Volunteer badge on the front. She carried a clipboard, and was checking the tags of visitors in the campground we were at.
“Tell me about those bikes,” she said brusquely, pointing with her pen to our e-bikes, leaning dustily against a pine near our rig.
“Oh, we only ride them on designated bike trails,” I stuttered, worried about some wrongdoing.
I was often worried about wrongdoing with the ebikes. Every state defined them differently, and the rules always seemed to be changing.
“No, I want to know how you like your bikes.” Her grin was a sun ray breaking through clouds. “I’m a host at this campground and I need something to get around on. I’m looking into one of those.”
“Oh!” I smiled in relief. “We love them!”
After a brief info-mercial in which I extolled our battery-assist bikes, I told her we were tripping around the country in our trailer, fulfilling a long-held dream (this post is…
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