Tuesday, December 29, 2009

FUBAR; Is it me?


It was more than just a bearing.
When I went to pull my cranks to replace the bb bearings, I noticed the lockring was hanging loose. Only problem is my bb doesn't have a lockring. The flange had sheared off the cup, leaving the remainder flush with the shell.
Removed the other cup, pulled the spindle, and found the drive side cartridge bearing had completely disintegrated. Yet there was no signs of rust or corrosion?
A trip to the hardware store netted me nothing to remove the now flange-less cup.
My solution; carefully applied violent force. I hammered an old bb tool into the spline-less cup and was able to unscrew the it.
So what gives? How is it that a man who shops in the boy's department keeps destroying cranks and bottom brackets?
Fortunately for me, I seem to always have good luck when it comes to hunting down cranks on ebay. Found a XT Hollowtech II set and bottom bracket for $100. I had a set of those before; loved the stiffness, but felt the bb bearing wore too quickly, but maybe with the precision machining of the Phil Wood EBB insert, they'll last longer. One thing I'm pretty sure of, no matter what the bearing life is, I'm pretty certain they won't implode on me.

Monday, December 28, 2009

I got excited when I slipped on the ice last night. That meant the temperature was dropping back to normal, and hopefully everything would be frozen solid and I could ride my "A-ride".

Woke up, got out of bed (there's a song in there...), looked at the thermometer. 30F. Not quite as cold as I had hoped. Walked out on to my newly exposed lawn; ground was frozen solid.

Excellent.

First pedal stroke I feel / hear my chain pop. Maybe I forgot to lube it after my last ride. As I started to climb out of the saddle, I could feel the bb spindle rocking back and forth. Maybe I could ignore it? Nope, too annoying. Mechanical negligence gnawing at me. I was hoping to wait until closer to the racing season to replace the bb bearings, but looks like if I'm going to ride the Singular, I'm replacing them (and with the promised deep freeze coming, I'm riding the Singular).

So I headed back home to get another bike.

I could ride the Fun Machine, but I had spent the last two days on the road, or Mary Jane, which was sort of set up as an extreme hybrid. Even though I had to swap pedals to ride Mary Jane, it was overcast, drizzle was starting, and the people who had to go to work were pissed, so I'd rather spend my time in the woods.

My Mom is always preaching about meant to be's and today was one of those. Drizzle turned to sleet, frozen rain and snow and being on the road in that would be no fun at all. As I turned on tho the first rocky fireroad, I realized, I hadn't grabbed a 15mm spanner, or a tube that would fit into the 37's I had on my bike. The torrent of rain and snow melt that had flowed down the the path of least resistance, i.e. the best line, was still flowing, something about physics, or science, and moving water not freezing. There are a number of trails that if the fireroads had rivers flowing down them, which they did, then they would also be a stream. With no way to fix a flat, and with possibly fragile trail condition, I'm glad I was on a bike best suited to fireroads.

I also found out windproof is not waterproof, and after 2.5 hours in damp weather right around freezing, my hands stop functioning.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Snow Strategy Worked!

Watching the bad-asses of Northern Europe kill it in the snow got me thinking, maybe I should try the opposite of the norm for snow riding.


Maybe instead of fat floaty tires, I should be running skinny tires that can bite through the fluffy powder to the frozen ground below?
That's what they do with Pro Rally too; run skinny snow tires that can bite.

That's what Mr. Kowalski did back in the day too. He'd take the huge balloons off his Bronco and put on these silly looking little snow tires to get through the Winter.
So that's what I did. I had bought some 37mm studded tires for commuting, and never really found a need for them. Now was my chance.
Mounted them up at about 40psi and hit the road. I left my cog / chainring the same effectively reducing my gear to about a 46" (from a 49").
Where other users had tread, I would have been better off with a standard mtb tire. Things were more compacted than the other day, but the skinnies were not ideal on it. Staying on the side of the trail in the untouched powder on the other hand was great. I gutted out the fireroads to an elevation were fewer users had traveled. At one point I was actually hoping to bog down, or spin out so I could take my glasses off, but no dice, I had to wait until the trail flattened out a bit to take them off (ah, shucks). The skinniness of the tire didn't create too much drag cutting through to the frozen earth below, and the studs and tread could really bite in. As long as the powder was fresh, and I didn't wander into a snow drift, or break through a frost heave things went well.
But even so, a lot of work. I'm properly anesthetized for the Holidays.
Merry Christmas (hohoho and all that jazz)!
Skinny studs

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

There will be profanity in this post


I had my skis in the truck. I told myself stop being so one dimensional and do something other than ride your bike. Then I got an e.mail from Charlie B. The Res was rideable! Charlie is one tough old bird, but if he says it's ride-able, that's good enough for me.

Now skiing is okay. But I'd rather ride my bike. I'd rather ski than watch Price is Right, but not more than looking at porn. So if I can ride, that has got to be the choice.

Riding across my lawn, things seemed promising. Some extra effort, but this might work.

Then I got to the res.

What a cluster fuck.

Where there was fresh virginal powder riding was pretty good. You could cut through to the frozen base and grind it out. Problem was where skiers, hikers, and snowshoes had violated that purity, fucking trampled the trails, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition, it was unride-able. What made it so great for riding was also it's weakness; it was too fluffy to compact completely from the other users, so you'd be constantly breaking through and bogging down in semi-stiff, "soft-on" snow.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, share the trails, yeah yeah, yeah, but can't we have a little fucking order? Do you have to fuck up everything...for me?!

When I got to the fireroads Charlie was talking about, a truck had actually driven it so it was very easy riding (I don't believe that was the case when Charlie rode it), and probably could have laced together an alright loop, but at that point, I had had about enough.

Probably walked 2 miles.

We'll see if the fixed gear will seem more appealing than skiing.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Shore Leave

Saturday I felt like a death row inmate enjoying his last meal. That's too harsh; more like a sailor on shore leave enjoying his last day, going to every strip joint, and bar before the inevitable.
I was going to have all the fun. I was going to ride every log, every drop, chute and rock at the res.
And so it is, and has come to pass, and now I can ride the trainer, or the roads in another day or so, or xc ski wishing I was mtbing.


A little below 20F, but felt so much nicer than Thursday when it was probably 5 degrees warmer, but there was a 25 mph wind and the air was much drier. If I had a sandwich and another warm bottle, I could have rode all day (Kim wouldn't have been pleased with that).
I snapped this shot to show how perfect the conditions were. Some snow but mostly crunchy and ride-able, and the ground was frozen solid.

Ice will flow and freeze on the best lines.

I was all done taking pictures and realized there wasn't proper product placement. Ah, that's better.

Discovered the "Ninja Chute of Death"; always amazes me when I find a new (to me) features on my home turf.


If you're tearing up the trail as such, maybe consider not riding on them when they're so vulnerable?
While I stopped to get on my soap box, it was another opportunity for some more product placement.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Waiting for the shoe to drop

Doug shot a karma torpedo at me.
Suggesting a guaranteed ride in the slop, is wiser than taking a chance on a longer ride in better conditions another day was sure to bring conflicts my way.
First my sister-in-law called saying my wife was late and not answering her phone. I'd be more surprised if she was on time and / or answered her phone, but that put the seed of "what if" in my head. Would I be getting an emergency call that she had a flat or broke down?
Then a customer called about picking up a small piece, inquiring as to how late I'd be in the shop. "Ah, not that late, I'll leave it outside for you". "But how will I pay you?" he asked. "Just slide it under the door". If he stiffs me it's on his conscious, and not worth missing a ride.
As I was about to get changed and leave for my ride, a contractor stopped in. He grabbed some samples, and started talking about the job. I was bracing for him to tell me he was bringing his client down this afternoon, when he says "I'll see her this weekend and get back to you next week".
WooHoo! I made it out the door!
The conditions were perfect. The ground frozen mostly solid, the only softer spots were well on their way, but deep standing water hadn't frozen completely yet. One problem was the best lines were often where the snow melt flowed and froze, leaving a thick, slick glaze. Good time to try some new lines.
Deep frozen ruts from people riding when it was muddy in some sections presented a challenge to being able to choose a different line.
I had hoped the 45 degree drop in temperature (from in my shop to outside) would lower my tire pressure a bit, but after a half an hour, I stopped to lower them some more.
Soft tires+hard ground=Awesome!
As I rode along I plotted my course. Adding and subtracting trails as I rode. At the 1 hour mark, deep within the shelter of trees I was going to go long. 10 minutes later with frozen water bottles, on the Western ridge being hit with a 25 mph wind I was rethinking that. Maybe a big loop isn't the best idea. Time to head back down to the truck. Just as well, the temperature, and conditions, there were still sections of snow in the woods, had slowed me down enough that I still got almost as much riding time as I hoped.
Glad the torpedo missed the bow.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Calculated Risk

Today when I stepped out of the shop on my way to a repair, I was a little disappointed with the temperature. It was down right comfortable!


The plan was to get about an hour of riding in before dark, but with the mild conditions the trails were probably going to be a sloppy mess. Irresponsible to ride, and really not too much fun.


But with a forecast like this:

I began thinkin' things. Instead of getting 2 short rides in, with one being a sloppy slogfest, how about getting my morning work done in my "before dark ride time", and freeing up a big chunk of daylight for riding on frozen trails tomorrow?

I love this time of year, and these conditions for riding. Everything is frozen solid, ultimate traction, next to zero clean up needed. If you can't "clean it" when it's like this, you have no excuse but yourself.

So I skipped riding today, when I swore I needed to so badly, on the chance that riding tomorrow would be that much better. Was I being a responsible trail patron? Will it turn out to be a case of "A bird (or in this case ride) in the hand is worth two in the bush (or a possibly longer one tomorrow)?

Either way, I've got brand new Ignitors on the Swift, and a proper 52" gear ready for what ever nature has to offer.

Today I need to push myself.

I need to feel the strain in my muscles. Be dizzy from exertion. Ride to complete and utter depletion. I need to go hard until the sun goes down. Ignore my body's pleading to slow or or ease up. I need to ride until I can barely walk, stumbling, an empty shell...








...because yesterday I ate like Ralpie May at an all you can eat buffet.



Monday, December 14, 2009

I guess it's a tradition now

I'd like to say lack of funds and time kept me away from the Ice Weasels, but truth be told, I was afraid of the beer and meat hand ups.
Instead I went with the family to kill a perfectly good Douglas Fir. For the second year in a row, I accidentally left my bike in the back of the truck.
My truck's a pretty decent size and all, but there was no right way to put my family, tree and bike in there.
What to do? What to do?
Here's an idea! Ride the bike home!
Last year I had cross tires and a smaller gear on the Fun Machine, so I took a more direct route on some bike paths and fireroads.
This year it was set up in Winter trim; full fenders, 70" gear, and 25's, so I took the scenic route.
The ride started off well enough. Mid 20's heading into the wind. I kept on telling myself in 20 minutes my face would warm up, and the sting would ease. I was glad I was heading into the wind as I would soon be turning and would only have to deal with a cross wind. Maybe I would I even feel the elusive tail wind I've heard so much about?
James and I have ridden 219 in New Hartford from the North before, and I must say it only sucks slightly less climbing it from the South. I didn't know if the climb was just that stiff or if from riding my mountain bike so much, I had lost my road legs entirely. The climb just sucked that much, because as I began to climb after the Barkhamsted reservoir, I began to get into a rhythm.
All in all it was a fairly enjoyable ride but I must say that's about my limit (2.5 hours) for a road ride below freezing.
But now that I've done it two years in a row it's a tradition, so I got that going for me, which is nice.
Happy children laboring
route home 2008
Route home 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Lighter Shade of Suck

I usually try to keep a fairly optimistic outlook, my wife may disagree with this, but I'd like to think I look on the brighter side of life. I usually have the Mantra of "any ride is a good ride".
That being said today's ride sucked.
It wasn't epic suck, like 80k (that's 50 miles to you and me) into driving rain with temps hovering around freezing, or double catastrophic flats where not only does your spare have a puncture, but the glue in your patch kit is dried out, and your pump explodes. Not to mention even if you could get cell phone coverage out in the middle the woods, your in the middle of the woods, so what good is calling someone about a flat?
No today was just a dull aching suck.
The fun snow of yesterday was now crusty and wet. There would be glimmers of possibilities, that would end in a crunch and a dab.
None of the fireroad were passable, and I became exiled to the "paved loop". I didn't even have a fixed gear to make it the slightest bit interesting. My boots were still wet from going from riding directly to snow blowing in the rain, and with the wind my gloves were just slightly inadequate.
I saw some truck tracks breaking off from the paved loop, that looked like an interesting possibility, but my hopes were dashed once I was on them; the temperature is still too high and they were just a sloppy mess.
So that's it, I share my suck with you, and hope it doesn't rub off.
I think I'll go see my parents tomorrow; even if the riding sucks down there, I'll still have my mom trying to fatten me up.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Snow Day!

I spent a little extra time getting my morning work done in the afternoon as to not need to do morning work in the morning in case the forecast was indeed correct and we did get snow.
I also switched Mary Jane back to a freewheeling bike (wah) do to crank problems, and put a rear brake back on her.
5:27 AM, 3 minutes before I wanted to get up, the phone rings, it's an automated call from Lillian's school saying there is no school. Go to the window, and what do my wondering eyes see, but 2 1/2"'s of snow, with more steadily falling.
Awesome king!
I'll get to play in the snow for a couple hours before coming into work!
The only one game, was Charlie B, and by the time we hit it we had about 6" of snow. We rode the street, riding the crown of tire tracks when we could, or through the thick slushy slop on the sides, when a car came by or when we slide off the crown.
We went into Sunset Farms, an upscale neighborhood bordering the res, where between the tree cover and lack of traffic, the riding was much better. We used the paved roads to more easily gain elevation, before heading into the res.
Once inside, we used the fireroads to get up to the fence line and rode the single track back down. We had a momentary scare when a truck pulled up to us; we thought we were going to get a ticket for being in the res when it was closed, but it was just two workers driving around.
As we neared the bottom, the snow had changed to rain and the temperature had risen slightly, making the snow heavy and wet. By the time we got back to Charlie's we were thouroughly soaked and ready for something warm.
But my snow day was over, I'd have clear snow , go to work, and be an adult again, at least for a few hours.


Charlie
No kickstand needed
Charlie shows how it's done
quick study
How do you like Charlie's snow hub?

Monday, December 7, 2009

All Dressed Up


Since about midweek, the forecast called for a "snow event" on Saturday. Nothing big, just 1"-3". Perfect for a little seasonal cheer and super fun for riding.
Friday I got Mary Jane's wheel shod with Nevegal 2.2's in anticipation. The front was leaking pretty bad, about 10 psi an hour, but I hoped once I actually rode it that would be cured.
But with snow coming I wanted to get a ride in on my Swift before the slop hit. I figured I'd do some more cross practice, it had the secret gear and skinny 1.9" tires on, but the idea of running around the woods with my bike on my shoulder just wasn't too appealing, so I veered off onto the singletrack. Stoopid big gear was kind of fun, but I still ended up carrying my bike a bit, which is probably good.
Saturday, I had to sort out the whole leaking tire situation, so Mary Jane it was. You could feel the snow in the air. It wasn't quite freezing out, but the humidity, and smell of the air said snow. The tire held air, and the weatherman upped the snowfall to 2"-5"!
Sunday morning... Nothing! A mere dusting at best. James assured me that he did indeed get snow, but he has about 800' of elevation on me. I was getting out later in the day, which means walkers on the fireroads, so I chose to stick to mostly singletrack to avoid them. Mary Jane's tires were holding air (Yay!), and ripe for the gnar, so she was up.
The dusting turned to a slightly more significant accumulation at about 500'. A lot of the trails had either been cleared by riders or water flow and were a sloppy mess. The ground just wasn't frozen yet. The snow showed where people braided the trail, or went around obstacles; even going out so late in the day, I was making first tracks because some of my trails are a little off the beaten path, or the Nancys who rode before me wouldn't ride anything technical (no offense to anyone named Nancy).
Although the ground wasn't frozen, the windchill was freezing the mud to my bike. Perfect for the fixed gear. Unfortunately my cranks are sub-standard for fixed riding, and the chainring spider lockring keeps on loosening. Might have to go to a freewheel until I can get a better set of cranks for it.
The tires were great. If the power was there, you'd keep moving forward, not a single slip. Unfortunately, there wasn't always the power to move those big meats. Felt super slow and heavy. But for Winter riding, they'll be the bees knees.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Worlds Collide

December Third.

Just happens to be the birthday of two musician that played prominently in my youth.

First, Andy Williams.
Ahh, those December days before Christmas, listening to 8-tracks of Andy singing about the joys of the season. So pure, so innocent.

Secondly, Ozzy Osbourne. A little different influence going on there. Cranking Erik's tune box, steal my parents booze, and plotting crimes.
I like to honor these pillars of my development yearly by taking a half day and going for a ride. This worked out well with my schedule seeing as I had deliveries East of the River.

East of the River is known for two things; easy women with big hair (who might be seen at an Ozzy show), and great, technical riding.
I don't know about the women, as some how they always were able to resist my charms, but the riding is the epitome of New England technical singletrack.

To honor the self proclaimed Prince of Darkness, I chose to ride this mecca of gnar with Kenda Karma 1.9's. Laziness is probably a better description than choice, as I did a quick change from cross mode to mtb on the Singular. Impressed myself by gettin'er done in under 15 minutes. Changing to some decent tires would have added 15 minutes on a good day, to an hour if the gods of sealant were not smiling upon me.

Wrong tires or not, the Ozzy / Andy paradigm, on the eve of a full moon was working it's freaky mojo as I rode in a short sleeve jersey and shorts in December!

Happy Birthday boys!


Gotta fuel up with store bought vittles on such an important day.

A glacier threw-up





typical Eastcoast

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Cross Dressing

I'm a bad person.
My brother-in-law's father passed away, and it wasn't long before I was wondering how the arrangements would effect me getting in one last race this year.
Being the team player that I am, I'm going to race the Singular. But being a cross race there are a few adjustments I've made to make it a more appropriate tool for the job.


Huge clearance Clarence
Old school schwoopyness


First, Nitto Northstar handle bars. I ran these last Winter on the Soma fixed. I liked the lower position of them, but for true offroading the tended to slip on rough descents, which is more than a little annoying. I could have probably cured this by buying a stem with a wide, not cutout face plate, but that would involve buying something, so that wasn't going to happen.
So far for the cross applications I have subjected them to they have stayed in place.
They do quicken the steering too. Some engineer can probably explain the bio-mechanics of this, I just know it is. Takes a while to get used to in singletrack.
I could have put standard drop bars on it, but that would involve changing the brakes to mechanical discs, which is more time than I plan to invest in this project.
I had a lot of trouble with flats running 35mm cross tires and tubes. I tried to get the cross tires to work tubeless but that = big FAIL!
My solution is to run the narrowest mtb tires I have. Kenda Karma 1.9's. I've always loved how these tires roll yet grip, but found them to be quite fragile on New England single track. I gave them a double shot of Stan's and cross my fingers.
My gearing is top secret at this point. Let's just say I've been giving the ebb and Sheldon Brown's gear calculator a workout.

Right now I'm 75% sure Ice Weasels will be the race of choice; the 20+ riders registered for the Singlespeed class almost 2 weeks in advance will probably out weigh the greater distance, and now equal registration fee to Beer Cross.
Of those 20+ riders, only one or two are regulars to the SS that I know of. Will my singlespeedalicity out way my cross virginity?