Hello All,
I'm looking into purchasing a Talaria. Is there anyone in the Arlington, Virginia / North Arlington area that is selling a XXX / XXX Pro or an MX4? Looking to buy, DM or comment below. If you aren't in that area, please don't DM me since this would be my only transportation.
I see a ton of emotos coming out recently, and I just have no clue, so what is one of the best ones for around 3000 dollars. If possible, I would like it to be 72v, and I would like it to go about 50 mph.
I had no idea where I was going. It was just a normal day on our trip to Shenandoah. I was just going on one final hike before our trip ended. I was on a family trip with my family, and some family friends. The friends had two daughters, one was seven, and one was twelve. While on our final hike of the day, the youngest daughter was really tired, and we decided the final hike would be the shortest. A two and a half mile loop. When we started the trail, our spirits were high. I was talking to one of the family friends, David, about baseball. He liked the Phillies, and I liked the Yankees. As the conversation ended, I went in front of the group, and my sister and the two daughters joined me. Eventually, we were so far ahead you couldn't see the rest of the group. We got to a fork, where we could either go left or right. The map said we go left, but the trail marker said we go right. So, we went right.
We wanted to see how fast we could walk the trail, so I was timing the entire thing with a stopwatch. After around 15 minutes, we knew that something was wrong. By now, we should have finished the trail, or at least seen another marker. What we saw instead was corn all around us. The trail had quietly transformed from a wooded path into something completely unrecognizable, and none of us had noticed until it was too late. We heard the sounds of cars passing by, and this was the false hope that made us think we were almost there. 20 minutes. The youngest daughter started getting tired. My sister was also getting tired, and all of us were getting anxious. Not a single person, or marker was seen for the past 20 minutes, and the sound of cars didn't change one bit. 25 minutes. By now, the youngest daughter was freaking out. We kept trying to keep her calm, as every passing minute she got more and more tired. I kept telling her we were almost there, even though I had absolutely no idea if that was true. Eventually, she was falling into hysterics, and we finally saw a break in the trail. As we finally found a break in the road, all of us on the trip were fed up. We had walked for 30 minutes with someone in our group freaking out. Then, we found some people who were walking against the trail. I asked them how long was left in the trail, and they said we walked 7 miles, and 101 miles were left. We asked them what happened to the fox trail, which is the trail we were supposed to be on. They told us the trail ended 7 miles ago, and I thought they were joking. I laughed a little, waiting for them to crack a smile. They didn't. When they told us they were dead serious, my heart dropped. I tried to figure out a way to go back to the main area, and the youngest daughter asked about hitchhiking. I said it probably wouldn't be the smartest idea, but she still put her thumb out.
My phone had one bar of service. I pulled it out and tried calling my dad. It rang twice and went to voicemail. I tried again. Voicemail. My sister tried her mom. Same thing. We were in a dead zone for calls, but I noticed the texts were still going through, just barely. I fired off a message to my dad: We're lost. Not on the Fox Trail. We're on something called the Appalachian Trail. We walked 7 miles the wrong way. We need help. I stared at the screen, watching the little loading indicator spin next to the message. It felt like the longest thirty seconds of my life. It finally delivered, and I exhaled for the first time in what felt like an hour.
Eventually, someone came. Asked us if we were okay. I said we were lost, and asked if they could take us up skyline drive to the main center in front of the trail. They said yes, and let us into their car. As we drove up there, all of us felt relief. I felt relieved that we were making it, and the whining of the daughter was over. Eventually, I made it back with my family, and we reunited. My parents embraced my sister and I, and the family friends did the same. My mom had tears streaming down her face, and my dad, who I had never once seen cry, was gripping my shoulder so tight it hurt. Nobody said a word. Nobody needed to.
This here is a photo of the trail that I was walking on, going the wrong way for a few miles.
I will make my story public by sharing it on a website where it can be shared.
04/10/26
For some backstory, I am currently fourteen years of age. Around two years ago, I wanted an E-Bike known as a Talaria XXX. They were around $2950, and this made me get a job. One thing I did was referee baseball and softball. One day, I asked my parents for this E-Bike, and I said I could pay it back. I was told no, since they're too fast, and I could get a less powerful one, to which I obliged. After around two weeks, the 20-25 mph top speed was not enough, and the area in which I live (Arlington Virginia) is particularly hilly, so the moped-style which didn't allow for pedaling was a poor thing. Evenentually, the bike broke down after a year. Now, I asked my parents for another bike called the Magician Alpha. I had a slower bike for around a year, and got into no crashes and no accidents. However, my mother told me no, since she said that the speed limits in most areas were 25 miles per hour. I asked her "What happens when the road is 35 miles per hour", and she said, "It's not going to happen." Where I ride to school, the roads are 35 miles per hour. A real issue I have is cars going around me by cutting in front of my going through different lanes, and cars are always tailgating me. Recently, we went to a bike shop, and my parents told me "We'll only buy a bike that is 100% perfect." I told her the shops weren't going to sell anything faster than 28, and 28 was too slow. Mind you, I am using my own money that I earned from working. The bike we were looking at is called the Rad Power Bikes Roadster. I said the 750 watt motor was the exact same as my current bike, and it was too slow and didn't have enough torque. Eventually, I was told "Well nothing is going to get better for you." The same person who told me to buy something only if it was 100% what I wanted was now picking out the bike that I would spend my money on. I told her I wanted to sleep on it for a few days, and she said "What is going to change." so, I spent 1800 of my dollars that I earned (Which is A LOT for a 14 year old), and now my mom is wondering why I'm not absolutely giddy with the bike that SHE picked out, even after I told her my criticism. Now I'm wondering, am I in the right here, or am I being a "spoiled brat"
Thank you all for responding, I will no longer be replying to comments. Comment whatever you want, and thank you to everyone who held conversation with me.
