From Vice.com
By Matt Jancer
The worst roommate I ever had was a 50-pound ebike I was testing for a couple of weeks. At the time, I was living on the third floor of a walk-up apartment building in Ridgewood, New York City, and wrestling it up a flight of twisting, turning stairs every day wasn’t the end of my bike-related troubles.
Once I got the porky little beast up onto the third-floor landing, I had to snuggle it into the living room of an apartment I shared with two other people, sometimes three. These people I liked, but I knew I was testing their patience by letting the bike take up such a significant chunk of the floor space.