Archive for September, 2009

Bunbury Highway Ride

This is by no means a full report of the ride on the new Bunbury highway.  It is rather, just to point out that for many people - Spunker, the Doctor and Digger (to name just a  few) - Sunday 20th September 2009 was the day they covered the biggest distance they had ever done in one day.  Digger estimates his at 150km, while Spunker and the Doctor probably exceeded the imperial hundred.

Anyway, to summarise the day, the ride to the start was excellent, helped by a lovely northerly breeze, and a sense of smug satisfaction at the sight of numerous less well prepared teams fixing punctures.  The portaloos at the start were exceptionally nice.  The 30km on the new highway was bloody fast, no matter which pack you happened to end up in.  Bif flew the Coglioni flag, finishing in the first pack, with the Doctor dropping off just near the end due to ill timed food intake.  Blinder, Crash, Spunker & Digger finished with the second pack, while O’Dirty got in a solid comeback ride slightly further back.  Helen & Mike had started in B grade, and rolled up just in time for the ride back.  The wind seemed, during the 30km dash, to swing around from the north to the west, pushing the packs into long lines in far from ideal drafting conditions.

As we started the return, the gentle zephyr which had helped us to the start suddenly became a gale force northerly  (yes, it no longer seemed to have any west in it).  For the ride back we were in two groups, Bif, Blinder, Spunker, the Doctor and Digger were one, and O’Dirty, Crash, Helen & Mike were the other.  The author (Digger) rode in the first group, and cannot thank enough everyone who took their turn at the front on the way back!  Particular mention must be made of Bif, who put in a really solid performance up front when the wind was at its worst. After a while, the wind became more westerly, and we managed a good pace much of the way.

The Safety Bay Rd service station was an oasis of Powerade, water and sausage rolls on the trip back.  Once Bif and Blinder turned off the freeway cycle path, the Doctor, Spunker and Digger slowed down to the point where athletic grannies on mountain bikes would have had no trouble passing them.  But it had been a great day…

Gears are go

All this talk of gears has prompted me to dig up a gear calculator I was playing around with earlier in the year. I kind of lost momentum when Babel sight-unseen suggested some obvious enhancements (comparing more than one setup, graphing) that left me feeling like I’d never have something worth putting up. I’ll have to get back to the graphing but I’ve done a quick extension to allow two setups to be eyeballed in table format. Hopefully Babel will have conniptions when he sees it and help beat the formatting into shape (when his apparel duties are done of course :-)).

No doubt this hasty release means it’s full of bugs - it seems to work okay with Firefox but not with IE8 and I have neither the time nor the inclination to figure out why at present. I’ll probably also never get back to my grand plan to have all the data coded externally as xml, updated each year by manufacturer to allow you to select real combinations rather than ones you’re not allowed to have (oh dear we’re back to my previous post). I also need to add some more wheelsize options.

Anyway play around and feel free to comment on this post about problems, particularly browser platforms where it doesn’t work so if that inclination ever comes through the door I can get onto it, or the other million enhancements I can think of.

Sweet 18 again

The arrival of a small package has prompted me to write a post in lieu of an email to Ride magazine on a topic that’s been festering in me for some time. The small package contains a sample of the Devil’s work in the form of an Ultegra 12-23 cassette and matching chain. The rankling subject is summed up in the question “why have groupset manufacturers served the serious recreational cyclist so poorly since the introduction of indexed gearing?”

When I was a lad my first bike that wasn’t a hand-me-down dragster had a 50-40 chainring pair and a prodigious 14-35 five-speed freewheel. Looking back it’s a wonder I ever got up enough speed to shift from one sprocket to the next, but that 40×35 combination did allow Crash and I to “invent” a precarious thin-rim version of mountain-biking in the Perth hills a few years before things went mad in Marin County. If only I’d lived in Belgium and my trusty Porshe had been 10 kg lighter I could have taken up cyclo-cross.

At that time if you had a more serious road bike the rings would have been 52-42 for hilly days and 52-49 for the flats with a 13-17 straight block at the back regardless. That was fine if you wanted to look hard and hear your ligaments popping as you ground your way up a hill, but more sensible folk took refuge in the fact that the simplicity of the transmission allowed them to use any combination of chainrings and sprockets they fancied, subject only to the ability of the rear derailleur to wrap the spare chain, and how much clanking they could put up with when the time came to change gears.

Then along came indexed shifting. Some cranks may still rant against it in general but it was a necessary stepping stone on the way to integrated shifting, which is indeed a thing of rare beauty. But somewhere along the way the serious recreational cyclist got forgotten, and often seems to remain so. Compact cranksets were an obvious offering yet we waited more than a decade for them to come about. Meanwhile the selection of chainring and sprocket combinations produced to work with the finicky indexing ran a blur from elite racing offerings to docile touring offerings without really touching on the needs of the serious non-racer out to ride fast in the sunshine and be home by tea-time. I no longer need a 30-tooth sprocket to get up a nasty hill, but it seems if I want something sensible at the soft end I’m obliged to either have bigger gaps than I’d like or an eleven-tooth sprocket stencilled “For Cav” at the hard end.

Skip forward to the present day. Compact cranksets have been a marketing success and everybody should be happy. Set up a compact system with the same top gear as its big brother and you generally gain a gear at the bottom end, or constrain the range and you get closer gears.

So what’s my beef? When compacts first came out there were a range of chainring combinations with 50-36, 50-34 and 48-34 all possible depending on your preferred brand. Now the “consensus” seems to have whittled away to 50-34 as the standard. When I made the leap with the refurbished Giant I wanted to get a 50-36 figuring 14 teeth was a big enough gap but was forced into a 50-34 by what was available, even though SRAM listed my preferred choice on their website. At least at the time I was able to get a 12-26 cassette, which I think they discontinued for a while in favour of the absurd 12-25*, though I see both are currently listed as available.

Which brings me back to the package. Despite escaping four weeks of this winter the Giant has had a good trashing on Perth’s bike paths in the last few months on my daily commute, and the inevitable sand-grinding that results has put me in need of a new chain. I haven’t checked the cassette for wear yet but I thought I’d save postage and future hassle by ordering one at the same time. So while the good news was I could replace my 12-26 with the same specification I could not get the 12-23 I really wanted. While I’d been happy to have a 21-tooth sprocket as my effective bottom gear on the medium ring, I’d come around to missing the 18-tooth sprocket for cruising more than I’d enjoyed not often feeling the need to shift to the small ring on my commute.

Now as I write this post I am truly shocked to report that neither the SRAM Red nor the Force/Rival cassettes has an 18-tooth cog in any of their combinations! A palpable slap in the face of the SRC! Why do I love the 18 so much? Look at it this way. At 105 rpm on a 50×19 combination I’m humming along at almost 36 km/hr. I’m feeling good but to make the jump to the 17 and maintain the same cadence I need to do almost 40 km/hr. All well and good for elite athletes nestled in a peloton, but pity poor me cruising down the freeway bike path with Freddy on my wheel. Slip in the sweet 18 and the ask is only 38 km/hr. Those two km/hr are the difference between legs say yes and legs say no.

All of which is a long way of explaining the contents of the package. Mr Shimano, in his inscrutable and devilish wisdom, allows me to buy a 12-23, perhaps to assuage his guilt for creating the problem with indexed gearing. Over at Campagnolo where things go to eleven they give with one hand and take away with the other: a 12-25 includes a sweet 18, but why not plonk a 26 on there?

*While on the one foot I would argue that having a 34-tooth chainring makes the size of the biggest sprocket almost irrelevant, and after all one tooth is only one tooth, on the other foot I’ve always thought that you may as well go for that bit more on your last sprocket given that you’ll only ever use it with the small ring. I’d also suggest that the drop from 23 to 26 with a 34 at the front still feels about right, while a 25 will just be a bit close to being more of the same.

If alligators were litigators

Two weeks of confidence-inspiring, puncture-free winter commuting, then - pffft! - my new Continental Ultra GatorSkin front tyre fell victim to exactly the type of glass shard I had hoped it would repel. (I checked my tyre pressure before setting out: it was between 110 and 115 psi.)

I know these tyres are advertised as “puncture resistant”, not “puncture proof”, but still, I had higher expectations, especially at $69.95 per tyre.

“‘Gator” skins? If I were a litigious alligator, I might consider legal action. Those lizards have a reputation to protect. Don’t want those sharp-tusked razorbacks getting ideas. Let a species lose respect for you, and the next day it’s keeping its loose change and lip balm in your stitched hide.

Not happy, Conti.

Golden Goolies glow

Having seen last month’s harsh penalties produce results out on the road the G.G. Committee was in a generous if uninspired mood when it met over a glass of Dolcetto d’Alba this evening. Points since the York event and in particular for the recent outing at Byford were awarded as follows:

  • As Stuey observed in his comment on my discussion of his contribution to Australia’s recent triumphs at the junior world championships the committee was well boxed in and had no choice but to award him 100 points for this excellent effort.
  • In other off-bike action Mrs Paddles was awarded 25 points for having the Coglioni spirit to inquire as to what in nod Bif was on about when he started blathering about identifying Pantone numbers for the Callipygian colour scheme.
  • Chuck presented the G.G.C. with a vexing situation in the form our first true abandonment. We were left with no choice but to strip him of the 100-point participation award, but felt that a consolation 50-point award was due if only because the Due may not have registered due to lack of numbers without him.
  • In its spirit of generosity the committee looked kindly on Gobi for the heinous offence of singing on a ride and only docked him 25 points. Pavarotti is not a cyclist.
  • Ted was favoured with 25 points for finding the true meaning of cycling in the Bb butts.
  • Digger was awarded 50 points for most excellent Ted management.
  • The Doctor was awarded 50 points for turning up to ride without a gripe about the harsh time he got from the committee at York.
  • Paddles was awarded 50 points for trying very hard to be the Princess.
  • Cookie was awarded 100 points for not only doing a better job of being the Princess than Paddles, but topping it off by pushing Blinder home at an outrageous pace over the last 20 km.

So with the season drawing to a close the gallivanting O’Dirty has been the big loser in this round while the usual suspects have moved into the top positions. Can anyone shake Paddles and Blinder’s hold on the Goolies?

On a matter of concern to all contenders the committee has decided that 50 participation points will be awarded for the upcoming ad hoc Sportif event to celebrate the opening of the Perth-Bunbury Freeway. Perhaps a chance for those who dream of gold to usurp those who take it for granted?

Golden Goolies 2009
Place Rider KCH Gift CSMR 2UP
TT
CSL Spin CSSV CSY CSB Total
1 Paddles - 51 100 53 125 - 150 - 150 629
2 Blinder 63 51 100 52 125 - 100 25 100 616
3 Crash 53 71 125 51 125 - 75 - 100 600
4 O’Dirty 55 53 150 58 100 25 100 50 - 591
5 Cookie 51 - - 63 125 25 100 25 200 589
6 Spunker 58 63 - 105 - 25 175 50 100 576
7 Stuey - 84 125 - 125 - 50 0 100 484
8 Princess 52 - 100 51 250 - - - - 453
9 Bif 51 - 75 71 125 25 - - 100 447
10 Ted 71 139 - - - - - 75 125 410
11 Digger 50 55 - 55 - - - 75 150 385
12 Chuck - 105 - - - - - 125 50 270
13 Babel - 58 - 84 - 25 - - - 167
14 Gobi - - - - - - - 75 75 150
15 The Doctor - - - - - - - -25 150 125
16 Mrs Paddles - - - - - - 50 - 25 75
17 Sicknote - 52 - - - - - - - 52