The Angry Singlespeeder: The Happy e-Fat Biker

Electric fattie changes ASS perspective on mountain biking

E-bike Fat Bike Opinion
Big Cat E-Bykes men's electric Fat Cat all terrain mountain bike.

Big Cat E-Bykes men’s electric Fat Cat all terrain mountain bike (click to enlarge).

It was right at the point where my legs were about to seize, my lungs were expired, and my heart rate was near boiling that a slightly overweight middle-aged man casually rolled past me with a thoughtful wave and a polite, “Excuse me, sir.” Considering I was out of my mind at that moment from exhaustion, profusely sweating into my eyeballs, I figured it was just a hallucination. But when I finally recovered from singlespeeding up the local death march climb known as Donkey Punch, I realized I wasn’t hallucinating.

The same pudgy, pasty-white middle aged man who resembled Milton from Office Space stood at the top of Donkey Punch looking out over the vast valley floor. Fiddling with a Disneyland-themed fanny pack, he pulled out a camera, adjusted his thick bifocals and took a picture with his bike in the foreground. As I approached, I noticed that this Fred had barely even broken a sweat on the entire three-mile climb, despite the fact that I was sweating like an atheist in the heart of the Bible Belt. I dropped my singlespeed in despair and ambled over to get a closer look at the bike he was riding.

It was a mountain bike of the electric sort, only this one had fat tires on it. Electric mountain bikes are bad enough, but an electric fat bike? Abomination doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings. At first I was appalled that this guy had the nerve to zip by me with such ease, and the fact that he was riding a motorized piece of machinery on a non-motorized trail. But I had to admit, my interest in his contraption was high.

I asked Milton if I could take his “bike” for a spin. He stumbled for a minute on a dozen or so words like “oh”, “hmm” and “let me see”, then finally agreed to let me ride it for exactly three minutes. “No more,” he said. He put his Casio computer wristwatch up close to his face and pushed a bunch of buttons; must have been nearsighted. “Okay, your time starts… now.”

I swung my leg over the hulking beast of bicycle and started pedaling. Like the hand of God gently pushing me along, my belabored pedal strokes became light and airy, helping the massive tires as wide as the spare on my Toyota float through the power-sucking sand that normally drains every last calorie of energy from my body. I didn’t think it was possible, but I actually had a smile on my face, a smile big.

I aimed the contraption towards the steepest uphill pitch I could find and went for it. Despite the bike weighing half as much as me, my pedal strokes zipped me straight up the short punch in the gut I’ve never been able to clean on a traditional mountain bike. What’s more, right in the middle of the effort, I got a text. Taking my hands off the bars while continuing to pedal, I replied to the text, and before I knew it, I was at the top. Hmm. Quite convenient. I could even do social media while riding this contraption. Twitter post sent. Facebook updated. Instagram grammed. Tinder, ready…

The Rungu Juggernaut Fat Tire trike is made for riding in sand and snow terrain that makes tough-going for even the fattest of tires.

The Rungu Juggernaut Fat Tire trike is the gnarliest. The ASS has purchased three independent motors his three-wheel drive creation. (click to enlarge).

I looked at the timer on the bike. Only 30 seconds to get back to Milton. I could see him far below at the overlook, frantically waving up at me to come back. I let the brakes go and careened towards Milton. Despite the bike not having any front or rear suspension, the obnoxiously fat tires soaked up every little bump, chuckhole, and rock with remarkable plushness and damping perfection, as if I was riding on a big white puffy cloud of comfort. Another text came in, and without even thinking about stopping, I responded.

With only seconds to spare, I arrived back at the overlook. Milton grabbed the bike out from under me like a toddler who was forced to share his teddy bear with the classroom. I glanced over at my singlespeed laying lifelessly on the ground, a velocipede that now seemed like a completely Luddite creation in comparison. I turned around and looked longingly at Milton’s whip as he wiped down every surface with a handkerchief. It was the worst case of bike envy I’ve ever had. An electric fat bike. Who knew?

Like a boy who got his first kiss from a girl, then immediately dumped for the class football jock, I dejectedly got back on my 22-pound carbon fiber singlespeed wünderbike – or at least until three minutes ago it was – and headed home. I saw the future of mountain biking. I even got to ride it. I experienced what the industry calls a “game changer”. Singlespeeds – and all traditional mountain bikes for that matter – are now dead to me. I’m buying an electric fat bike. The Happy e-Fat Biker. HeFB. Huh. Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue like ASS, but I guess I’ll learn to live with it.

Editor’s Note: And then The ASS woke up and looked at the calendar…

The Angry Singlespeeder is a collection of mercurial musings from contributing editor Kurt Gensheimer. In no way do his maniacal diatribes about all things bike oriented represent the opinions of Mtbr, RoadBikeReview, or any of their employees, contractors, janitorial staff, family members, household pets, or any other creature, living or dead. You can submit questions or comments to Kurt at [email protected]. And make sure to check out Kurt’s previous columns.

About the author: Kurt Gensheimer

Kurt Gensheimer thinks the bicycle is man’s most perfect invention. He firmly believes ‘singlespeed’ is a compound word. He sometimes wears a disco ball helmet. He is also known as Genshammer. He is a Gemini and sleeps outside in a hammock.

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  • too much angry single speeder says:

    No, I think he would post this any day of the year

  • oldmtb says:

    There are two ways to bike. The hard way and the fun way. Unfortunately most mountain bikers and the mountain bike industry for that matter fall in the latter category. Carbon fiber? So your bike can be lighter to get up the climbs easier and have more fun on the descents. Suspension? So you can have more fun on the descents and pay less attention to technique (because that would be hard). Big wheels? So you can feel fewer obstacles in your way so the trail riding isn’t as hard on your hands. (Which makes it more fun I guess) So Kurt is right… this is a game changer. It’s an equalizer. Now everyone can mountain bike, no more discrimination based on fitness. Now everyone with enough power gels, battery and suspension can Rail the Trails. (Especially the wide and bermed ones that every trail organization likes to make these days)

  • Opiate665 says:

    Hahaha awesome.
    Best one all day.

  • Joe says:

    This was a hilarious writeup and I believe every bit of it. Now….to find one of those bikes…..

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