Bafang Off or Consumption Creep

What's wrong with this image?

What in this image is emblematic of humankind's greed?

No, not the fat tyres or disk brakes. But you're getting close. Correct to those that said the Bafang mid-drive electric assist motor.

As the human race it's set pin it's own destruction through greed and over consumption, the marlet engineers have wormed their incidious way onto the minds of the earth's geeenest citizens to convince them of the need for an electric drive on their bikes and trikes.

The simple bicycle design which has served the nest pf humanoty for well over a hyndred years is now beong discarded en masse by the cycling industry. No longer our it ok to take your bike, load it with your basic possessions and pedal of to; work, a weekend away from the grind or to throws your job in and cycle of into the sunset.

Last night i watched some videos by some guy seeking social media game/ income, calling himself jai ho (?) Her flies to Europe to attend a "bike expo" and goes apeshit over: tandems bikes and trikes, one glued back to front, electric drives, canopies and trailers, holders and boxes for cameras, gps, phones and endless trails of unnecessary crap. I mean really folks, when are we going to get it?! We're a huge problem with out mindsets to just mindlessly grow markets in rubbish that we don't need. For humanity's sake, next time you dream of cycling into the sunset think LESS IS MORE.

Stick those Bafangs in your clangers!

Go off grid cycling. Do you really want the government tracking your progress? Do you really want Google listening to your conversations? Leave all unnecessary crap at home or in the shop! If you really need a phone, turn off location services, turn the phone off and wrap it in alfoul of busy it in your camp stove. Use a map and compass. Pedal your own path.

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