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E-Bike Anti-Dumping and Anti-subsidy Measures Re-Shore Thousands of Jobs

“Re-shoring of e-bike (Electric Power Assisted Cycles, EPAC) production will immediately create up to 4,600 new jobs, if definitive anti-dumping and anti-subsidy measures are imposed on imports of EPACs from China,” according to the European Bicycle Manufacturers Association.


Since the imposition of the provisional dumping duties in July 2018, e-bike exports from China to the EU have dropped significantly. According to EBMA “There have been only approximately 10-15,000 units per month in August through October, while the Chinese e-bike exports peaked to an average of 100,000 units per month from January to May.”


It is with great regret, that FreeGo Electric Bikes Limited has ceased trading and will soon be going into liquidation

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To recap, the EU noticed the Chinese were selling an awful lot of bikes in Europe. So, they put a stop to that. Result: almost five thousand new jobs magically transferred to the EU? Lol no. Local bike manufacturers and retailers forced out of business because who the hell did you think was selling those bikes?

FreeGo, which specialized in inexpensive electric bikes, used to make their stuff in Germany, until it because prohibitively expensive. Moving to Chinese factories was the only way they could stay afloat in the low-end market. And now they’re gone.

Yeah, my bike is a FreeGo. Stupid commies. I am pissed.

Have a good weekend, Capitalists!


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: January 5, 2019, 12:40 am

This is funny. I guess it is a Duck-off!


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 5, 2019, 2:41 am

@Ric Fan – Thank you for linking to that tweetfest quackfest. It’s reading little gems such as this that make it possible to wade through the cloaca that is most of the ‘net lately. Much appreciated!

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: January 5, 2019, 1:35 pm

Uncle Al: They are still at it.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: January 5, 2019, 2:50 pm


An old old lover from my past sent me an email just before New Year’s
saying that she wanted me to know she’s fine and that she didn’t want to lose contact with old friends.

What to do?

Well we went out dancin
and you met another guy
And when it was time to go,
you didn’t even say goodbye
just left me lookin down into my empty whiskey cup
And I just kept on looking down and I just said:


Well we got into a fight
And you hit me in the eye
And I didn’t say nuthin
So you made another try
Took my best boots
And threw em outside in the in dirt
Cause you knew that was something that would really really hurt.
Then you said to me “now go out and pick em up”
I looked down at my dirty boots and I just said:


So you took my red Camaro
and drove it right into a tree
And then you just came right back over
And said “What you gonna do to me?”
“I can do anything I want and you’ll just follow me like a pup”
And I just looked at her with big sad doggy eyes and just said:


I don’t know why I love you like I do
Even when you’re mean to me
I could never say “We’re through!”
You put my soul in your jeans pocket
And then you sewed it up
And even when you spin-washed those jeans
I just said:


Last Friday night you came up to me and said
“I need two hundred bills;
I met this handsome guy and he’s looking for cheap thrills
His wife spent all the Welfare on some methadone
And now he’s really bored so he just called me on your phone
But since he’s outta cash you gotta pony up”
I just reached back for my wallet and I just said:


She said “you’re just a silly fool to me
And you know that’s true
And just why is it you never do what I want you to?
Any normal man – he’d just beat me till I’m red
And then he’d take my clothes off and throw me on the bed.”
But you’re alway kind to me and that just burns me up
And I just kissed her on the cheek and just said:


So I know this’ll just end up in big hot tears again
And those tears will all be mine
when you tells me we’re just friends
But I know you’ll come back to me in just a month or two
You’ll give me a big sweet kiss just like you always do
And then ask me for my car keys cause you got somethin up

And I’ll hand you my heart again and just say:


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 5, 2019, 4:41 pm

@Some Vegetable – Beware! In my limited experience as observer of and, once, participant in similar re-establishments the result will very likely be unsatisfactory.

For your consideration: “I have fond memories of the good times we had together, and your email brought them again to mind. I’m glad you’re doing well and will always wish you the best, but I would prefer to leave my memories as-is rather than updating them. Yes, this is a brush-off, but I sincerely hope you think of it in the same way that you might think of a good book that you enjoyed reading some time ago but have no desire to re-read.”

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: January 6, 2019, 5:45 am


Comment from technochitlin
Time: January 6, 2019, 1:35 pm

Apropos of absolutely nothing at all, here’s a pic I found I thought you would like…

Smokin Chikins

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: January 6, 2019, 5:00 pm

When I was a kid, we all thought that English bicycles were the best. We called a specific type “the English Racer,” it was usually Raleigh, had the three speed Sturmy Archer rear hub, and front and rear hand brakes. If anybody owned a ten speed they were not in my circles.

My second ten speed was a second hand Raleigh, still built in Nottingham. I really can’t describe how I felt moving up from my old Schwinn Varsity to the Raleigh.

So, “English” bike, good. On the other hand, my experience with British sports cars, and their electrical systems built by Lucas, Prince of Darkness, makes me somewhat skeptical of English E-bikes.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 6, 2019, 6:53 pm

@Steve Skubinna – Count me in on loving my Raleigh “English bicycle” as well.

Re: Lucas. I once owned a 1963 MGB. It was a lot of fun after I learned to remove the distributer cap and spark plug wires every night and put them in the gas oven so the pilot light would keep them warm and dry.

Comment from Carl
Time: January 6, 2019, 10:27 pm

@ Uncle Al. I owned a 1964 MGB Roadster. I loved it but it was a rust bucket. I scrapped it in the end. One strange thing was that it attracted undue attention from the police and they were forever stopping me and demanding that I produce my driving licence and insurance. Something that virtually never happened with other cars I have owned.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: January 7, 2019, 3:01 pm

Some Veg,

I’ve been where you are — when my second ex-wife came to town some 5 years after we divorced and wanted to see me. My initial reaction for you is to say, “Never pass up (what could be) a good thing.”

On the other hand, if indulging in your curiosity (or prurience, or whatever it is) will cause you serious trouble in your current life — like with a wife or important girlfriend — then probably the answer should be “No.”

In my case, I was lucky. I had no attachments at the time. Also, Ex No. 2 was still attractive and energetic, and we had a few good romps together. Had she completely lost her looks or her fun attitude, or both, we’d have met for lunch and that would have been that. She still scares me; she’s still probably (at age 56, now) a sociopath, or a classic case of narcissistic personality disorder. But as the old saying runs, “The hot ones are always nuts.”

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: January 7, 2019, 3:33 pm

Thank you all for the wise advice. I have decided to utilize my right to remain silent, and simply not answer her email. I really can’t see letting my life turn into a country music song like the one I wrote, above.

Mrs Vegetable and I are content…. and I want to keep things that way.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: January 7, 2019, 4:19 pm

Some Veg – based on seeing this sort of behavior in the past, I’d remind that if they were friends worth keeping, they’d have been kept.

Sadly most people who want another go are looking for something that was already lost and will never be found again.
Or they want something from you, which they will eventually sooner or later, usually sooner, get around to asking for.

I think Uncle Al has nailed it really.

Now – bicycles – only the rich kids had “English” bikes and I didn’t own one till I bought my own at 18.
They would never have held up in the sort of places we rode our (non Schwinn) stingrays anyway. Little narrow wimpy street tires and fancy gears don’t do well when you ‘crash’ on purpose because the kid chasing you, who was riding a Messerschmidt, shot you and your tail gunner down on Tom Abbott’s front lawn.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 7, 2019, 7:51 pm

I loved my Raleigh bicycle. Some little toe-rag clipped the chain and stole it in front of a…a…bike shop. Was there a bike shop chain called Western Flyer?

I also loved my MG Midget. Mechanically, it was a total and utter piece of shit.

Comment from BJM
Time: January 7, 2019, 10:14 pm

@ Some Veg- If you’re in a committed relationship nothing good can come of meeting with an ex.

Back in my yute I dated a friend of my spouse before I met and married him. The ex met a nice lady and got married. He and the spouse remained friends…not besties, but we saw them occasionally and had good fun with them. As life is wont to do, we went our different ways.

Twenty years later the ex is passing through and calls the spouse to invite us to dinner to catch up. Welp, he was divorced and brought along his current GF. As we were waiting in the bar for our table, talking and laughing, I touched his arm in response to whatever he had just said. I saw my spouse bristle, just for a nano second, no one else caught it and we never mentioned it.

Nope, no good can come of it.

I had a sweet little ’68 Triumph TR250 in British racing green…what a fun car to drive in concourse. The 50’s & 60’s Brit sports cars were a joy to drive…when they started.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: January 8, 2019, 4:44 pm

Sweasy – yes, I seem to recall Western Flyers. Big honking tires and ball buster bar…

And that helped me recall the manufacturer of my Stingray – Fleetwood, so thank you for asking that question.

Don’t even begin to wonder how your Western Flyer question caused me to recall Fleetwoods. It is a continuing mystery for me.

Comment from bikeboy
Time: January 10, 2019, 10:05 pm

So, this is where former MG owners meet?

My first car (actually Dad’s car, but I was the designated driver) was a ’67 MGB, after some VERY successful groveling on my part. I loved it… but it was quirky to keep roadworthy. (It has a 12-volt POSITIVE GROUND electrical system, with 2 6-volt batteries in parallel. WHY?) I crashed it into a ditch on a snowy night – broke one of the front axles. It took SIX MONTHS to get a replacement! (No WWW or Ebay back then.)

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