I am asking legal wise what makes an electric bicycle be suddenly classed as electric motorcycle? I am asking for two reasons, first off all it might be possible to ride off-road in hyde park or Richmond park with one of those ej? Also today I was moving along at 30mph and there was this electric bicycle keeping up with me at even slightly above 30mph and bloke was not even peddling for like 2-3 miles at all before I joined A40. WTF 30mph and above surely it should be classed the least as moped?!
Dont know the answer to that , but , I bet if you rode it home from the pub it would be classed as a motorcycle and it would be buses for a year or two.
There is a defining law concerning just that, it's something to do with the rated output of the motor, but I don't know any more than that.
For a bunch of bright fellas you're shit at using the internet https://www.gov.uk/electric-bike-rules
WHat is the fucking point. It is like going backwards. WTF I moved from bicycle to motorbike to stop peddling like an Bleep
Brilliant thing, but his business plan is all wrong. You'd want that made by an established company, as a mass produced thing which would divide the cost by 10. Then you'd make some money on it and it would be more than a curiosity. Sadly, you'd probably have to go to China, unless you could get somewhere like Spain interested. After all, they've got nothing to do.
The biggest problem with machines like that is the law. We live in a nanny state, they just wouldn't allow it. I just like the idea of a fat baldy bloke overtaking a peleton of club cyclists while pedalling nonchalantly and smoking a fag...
It wouldn't matter what it was classed as - you can still be done for being "drunk in charge of a pedal cycle". And if you're riding anything on a public road whilst drunk - pedal, electric or petrol powered - you should be done for it.
Difference is you don't get fined or lose your license on a treader, just banged up for the night. Don't ask me how I know...
Yes, you can spend a night in the cells as my mate knows all too well. As he left pub, with his Jack Russel in his coat, cycled/freewheeled down hill and crashed into the war memorial on the roundabout pished. Plod just happened to be sitting there waiting for drunk drivers when he arrived. Apparently they were extremely amused about the whole affair and banged him up for his dogs safety.
I spotted a Ferrari parked facing uphill on Guildford high st. In my drunken stupor it looked just like a take-off ramp to me... Cost me £400:frown:
