My wife's family is pretty large. In addition to her parents, she has four siblings, all of which have spouses, fiancees, and partners. So instead of everybody buying Christmas gifts for everybody, we do a Secret Santa where each person gets the name of somebody to buy a gift for. Traditionally, one pulls names from a hat to decide who gets who. Since all of us are never in the same place at the same time, a few years ago I wrote a Perl script that picks people (making sure that spouses don't get each other) and emails everybody who their Secret Santa recipient is. This has worked out very well for us and this year, I got new bicycle gloves, bicycle shoe covers and this gorgeous and functional giraffe horn:
My new horn (although it will probably end up on my daughter's trail-a-bike.
I've been trying to ride this winter. Really, I have. But it has not been easy getting out there. And it really hasn't been from a lack of trying. I have managed to get out four times for just over 60 miles. It's been to dark in the morning and evening (particularly since I want to be able to see any ice on the road) for commuting. So, I've been trying to sneak away for rides on the weekend when the weather doesn't look horrible.
Riding in the cold is difficult as you want to dress so you don't get (too) cold when your screaming down a hill at faster than 30 mph, nor do you want to overheat climbing up the next hill at 4 mph. A couple of weeks ago, I got home from work, realized that nobody was home, and went for it. It was just under 30 degrees Fahrenheit, I wore two pairs of socks, long underwear pants, my biking pants, a t-shirt, long underwear shirt, long sleeve bicycle shirt, my orange bicycle jacket, baclava, and my new bicycle gloves and shoe covers. And I had my bar mitts on the bike as well.
Fully dressed and ready to go. Even when it's quite cold, i still like to ride with my water bladder for drinking.
I don't just look good, I'm warm, too.
This all worked pretty well. I was warm enough but not too hot (I would pull the mask over my face for the descents and pull it down for climbing). My feet still got a little cold, but it was significantly better than in the past when it has been cold (the bottom of the shoes aren't sealed because of how the cleats attach), but the shoe covers helped a lot. My new gloves are a lot nicer than my old ones.
The week after that, we were found by the winter storm Nemo (get it? hee hee) and he dumped a couple feet of snow on us. And apparently, we were very lucky. I've got friends that live within 15 miles of Norwalk, and they got as much as another foot and a half of snow. A week later and there are still places near buy that still have roads blocked by snow.
My little monkey playing in the snow.
It's been warm during the days, but there's still a significant amount of snow on the ground. If the weather stays as it has been this week, it might be clear enough for a ride this weekend. Of course, the latest forecast is for more snow. Oh well. Winter can't last that much longer, can it?
I've been planning for a while to make a new entry about my non-biking activities over the winter. I've been procrastinating and it is reminding me of my youth and avoiding school assignments. And much like these assignments, I don't really expect anybody to read this.
I was off the bike for almost an entire month. Kate, the monkeys and I went up for Christmas to her parents. I was tempted to bring a bike on the off chance that the weather would have a break (as I've very much enjoyed riding at my in-laws in Vermont), but I didn't and the weather was consistently winter-y so it wouldn't have worked out anyway.
Kate and I bought snow shoes a few years ago with her parents property in mind. And we have dutifully brought them with us each winter for the past many years, and yet never managed to unwrap them (let alone use them). This time, however, we finally got motivated, got the kids (our monkeys and our niece and nephew) suited up and off we went.
"Sammy", My mother in law, and Kate carrying the little monkey.
My niece and my big monkey
My little monkey on my back.
Kate and I very much enjoyed snow shoeing and we hope to to it again. It probably isn't as much fun as cross country skiing on groomed trails, but it is much easier to in more rugged places with snow shoes. And after our first time, I went out for a short distance with my brother-in-law and father-in-law along the same path that I had used the snow shoes and could really appreciate the difference.
Both Kate and I have been playing musical instruments since we were children (although her much more than I). I played violin as a young kid, clarinet in fifth grade and saxophone from sixth grade until I graduated from high school. In college, I started playing guitar. At my parents house, I have an electric and an acoustic guitar. At my house, I have a 12 string acoustic guitar that I haven't played in many years.
I was looking to get a 6 string guitar for playing. What I don't own (either here or have stored at my parents house) is a classical guitar and since it was a good choice for the type of playing in which I was interested, I decided to see what I could get on the cheap. On Amazon, I found an Valencia classical guitar (for $63 shipped including a bag). The review were good, so I decided to risk it.
I'm very impressed with the quality both in the appearance and sound, particularly considering how little this cost. Classical (nylon) strings take a lot longer to settle down than steel strings (partially because of how they are tied at the bottom), and it took about a week for the guitar to keep its tune well. I bought a $10 Snark tuner that clips onto the head of the guitar; I do have gStrings, an android phone app that works well, but I find the stand alone tuner is much more convenient.
Looking for music to play? It turns out, not surprising, that the internet is your friend. One of my favorite sites for finding music is tablatures.tk. This site has both text files as well as Guitar Pro tab files. The latter is much nicer, but you have to have a program that can read them (Guitar Pro costs $60).
Enter TuxGuitar. TuxGuitar is a brilliant open source software that reads Guitar Pro tab files.
It can handle multiple tracks, can transpose music, print out the tablatures, can play the music (in a very weird midi-voice, but that's good enough to figure out how it should sound). I highly recommend it. I've taught myself Greensleeves (pdf or gp3 files), relearning Pink Floyd's Is Anybody Out There (pdf or gp3 files), and even transposed the accompaniment of a few pieces to my daughters cello, such as Go Tell Aunt Rhody (pdf or tg files).
There is snow on the ground this weekend, so I did not get a chance to get out riding. I have gotten out a few times this year, but more on that in a future post.
I put the monkeys down for a nap and jumped on my bike and went for a nice 22 mile ride.
About half way into the ride, I realized that my bike wasn't handling very well at all. I stopped, and sure enough I had a flat rear tire. It took me about 15 minutes to get the tire changed (actually, it went pretty smoothly) and back on the bike.
With this ride, I am over 2,000 miles on my Cruzbike Sofrider in the 9½ months. It's definitely had it's ups and downs (particularly since there are hills here - ha ha!). I've ridden a bit more than 70 miles pulling my big monkey (or my nephew monkey) on the trail-a-bike, another 60+ miles pulling both of my monkeys in the trailer, and another 120+ miles pulling just the small monkey in the trailer (for just over 260 miles of pulling monkeys). Not bad for an old man.
Considering I probably haven't ridden a total of 2,000 in all previous years combined, I'm quite pleased. I have been very impressed with the Sofrider and definitely would recommend it.
My year-to-date stats on my Sofrider.
It's still been cold and dark in the mornings, so I haven't been biking into work. It certainly won't be light for a while, but I do have hope that we might get a break on the cold.
I have been lazy as far as commuting to work in the last couple weeks. It's always dark (even with the end of daylights savings time) and hasn't been above freezing in the mornings for several weeks now.
One problem that I've had with the cold are my extremities, my hands and my feet. The biggest problem with my feet is that I wear mountain bike shoes that aren't completely sealed on the bottom because of how the cleats attach. This is worse on a recumbent compared to a regular bicycle because my the bottom of my feet are basically facing forwards into the wind. I think I'll try lining the inside with plastic bags just to act as a wind barrier.
Today I went out for a quick 13 miler with it above freezing, but not by much (36 degrees Fahrenheit or 2 degrees Celsius). I wore two pairs of socks, two layers of long underwear under my tights, an undershirt, another long undershirt and long sleeve shirt under my jacket and ear muffs. I wore my long fingered bicycle gloves which are supposed to be wind and water proof, but aren't. But I wasn't worried about cold hands today.
I've seen a few pairs of bar mitts for sale in the past. I had two problems with them. First, they are expensive (these sell for $45). Second, I have bar end mirrors and I didn't see how that would work.
Recently on the winter forum on BikeForums.net, somebody mentioned scooter bike mitts for $16 (shipped). For that price, I was willing to experiment.
And I'm glad I did; it turned out well. I ripped out the seams near the corner and glued and sewed in velcro.
Bar mitt showing the velcro that I glued and sewed on the inside.
Same mitt with the velcro closed.
This allows me to slip the mitt over my mirror and then close the hole.
The bar mitt on my bicycle with the mirror poking through.
so clearly somebody in my family actually knows how to sew (and it isn't me). But the bar mitts worked extremely well and kept my hands nice and toasty warm. If it had gotten 5 degrees warmer, they would have worked too well.
It wasn't too weird riding with the mitts either. I do miss being able to see what gear I'm in (yes, I have indicators on my trigger shifters), but that wasn't too bad. I was able to get my hands out and signal and get them back in with no problems. And there were no issues with either shifting and braking. This experiment was definitely a success.
What a grand title. It sounds like I'll be talking about several months. Nope. Just this last week.
Most people have recovered from Sandy. Before the paint was even dry (or all the electricity was turned back on), we got hit by a Nor'easter storm. One friend of mine had his power restored for just over 36 hours before he lost it again (luckily it was restored that same night in his case).
With Sandy, we had very Fall weather. It rained a lot and the ground was covered with leaves. With the Nor'easter, we had several inches of snow. This was on Thursday of this week.
A photo from outside my work in the middle of the storm. Instant winter.
By Friday, the sun was back out shining and the snow was already starting to melt. The weather this weekend was (partly to mostly) sunny with a high of over 50 degrees on Saturday and into the 60s today. I didn't get a chance to ride to work this week, but was able to go out for rides both Saturday (yesterday) and today.
The same location at work a day later. What a difference a day makes.
Saturday was a nice ride. I put both my monkeys down for a nap and went out. I even managed to get back before they woke up.
I've been trying to explore new areas on the long rides and managed a new path for the end (although I think Andrew and I have ridden parts of this new path before). There were more hills than I would have liked in the latter part, but they're good for me, right?
At work this last week, I mentioned to Andrew that I'd love to get the big monkey out on one of our rides. We decided that he could pull the little monkey in the trailer and I'd take the big monkey on the trail-a-bike. While it probably takes less (leg) energy pulling the trail-a-bike, balancing it does take some practice, so it makes sense for me to pull it.
Today, Andrew came over and I had my comfort bike hooked up to the trailer, the trail-a-bike hooked up to my Sofrider, and two eager kids. We went just over 8 miles and everybody had a blast (I should have thought to take pictures, but I didn't). Andrew did very well for his first time out pulling a trailer (he has a very little monkey at home that will be ready for a trailer next season), but we did avoid the bigger hills in the area on his first outing. We stopped at the local park on the way back. My big monkey was o.k. with just a short time at the park (she'd been pedaling the whole time), but my little monkey wanted to stay longer. He was grumpy for a little bit, but wasn't too bad.
It was a good week. What an array of weather we've had here. So far, since February I have ridden my Cruzbike Sofrider 1915 miles. I very much want to hit 2000 miles by the end of the year and assuming the weather doesn't go crazy, I should be able to do just that. Of course, if the past couple weeks are any indication, I might be in trouble.
Due to many different circumstances, I haven't had as much opportunity as I would have liked to ride my bike since the Tour de Bronx 3 weeks ago. It all started off well enough. I took the Monday after the tour off to rest my legs. On Tuesday, the weather wasn't good so I skipped commuting by bike. On Wednesday, the stars aligned so I rode my bicycle to and from work. It was a short ride as I did my short routes both to and from work. But it was a good start after the tour.
On Thursday, October 21st I had every intention of riding my long route to work. As I was riding up Flax Hill, I noticed my derailleur occasionally grazing the spokes of the front wheel when I was in the biggest cog (lowest gear). As I made it to the top, I (very cleverly) decided to see if I could "fix" whatever was wrong. As it was still dark outside, I stopped under a street light and took a look. (If you're reading this wondering how I could be so, well, stupid, don't worry. You're not alone.)
To me, it looked as if the derailleur itself was slightly bent. So if I could apply just a little bit of pressure... SNAP! Oh, that didn't sound good. The derailleur was completely folded on itself. I tried to see if I could still pedal, but I couldn't turn the cranks more than a quarter turn before it jammed. The bad news was that I was still two miles from work and it was still dark. The good news is that after climbing Flax Hill, it was mostly down hill. So I "Fred Flinstone"d to work as best I could and locked the bike up.
I didn't want my bike to be out of service for too long, so that morning I ordered an SRAM X.9 long cage derailleur as well as a Cygolite Hotshot 2-Watt USB Rechargeable Taillight (of which I had read good reviews and of which I have nothing but good things to report; I recommend this tail light). I got the two items on Saturday and got to work Saturday night. When I got my bike on the workstand, I saw exactly what I had done. I hadn't actually broken the derailleur; I just managed to is detach the rear shifting cable so that the derailleur moved so far away from the bike that it was no longer possible for the chain to run through the bike. I could have returned the new derailleur I ordered, but since I had been toying with the idea of upgrading, I decided to install it. The old one was an SRAM X.5. With just about 90 miles on the new derailleur, I can't really tell the difference between the new one and the old one (part of me thinks the new one shifts better, but I can't decide if it really shifts better or I just want it to). In any case, I guess I now have a spare rear derailleur. On Sunday October 21st, it was a gorgeous fall day and I got to sneak out of the house and go for a ride while the monkeys were napping. My Garmin GPS wasn't charged, so I used my phone instead. This almost worked although it stopped recording four miles from home for some mysterious reason. Since it was such a beautiful days, I did stop at just about the half-way point to take pictures.
Where I'm going.
From where I came.
A nice example of a New England stone wall.
The week starting Monday, October 22nd did not give me many opportunities between the bad weather or having to take my corgi to the vet for minor surgery. I did manage to get 30 miles in two days commuting to work during the week and a very short 8 mile ride taking my little monkey to the park while his sister was at her cello lesson. At this point we knew Sandy was coming and I realized I wouldn't be riding for a while.
On Monday, October 29th, we already knew that school was cancelled for our monkeys. We had stocked up on water, candles, and food in preparation of the storm. I went to work and we were sent home just after noon. The weather looked gloomy but it was not yet raining; the radar showed a huge storm, but so far Norwalk was mostly being bypassed.
At 6 p.m. that night as there was light rain but heavy winds, Kate asked me if I knew where the flashlights were. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't worry about it." and as if on cue: Pop! No more power. Luckily I really did know where the flashlight was and was able to get it using the flashlight on my phone.
There were several people who stayed overnight at my work for fear that there nobody would be able to make it in the next day. It turns out that these concerns were not ridiculous. A friend of mine wanted to leave work at 7 p.m. to go home and eat dinner for a couple hours but was unable to get home and had to return back.
I left for work on Tuesday later than usual (since we had no good way to see in the house until the sun came up). Instead of my usual 8 minute drive, it took closer to 45 minutes. There were many roads blocked because of fallen trees and the wires that they brought down with them. The neighborhood in which my office is located was also without power. We have a generator to power our necessary computers at work, although not everything is powered.
The financial district in New York city soon after Hurricane Sandy hit (not my photo).
While we had food, our house (a rental) has an electric stove and electric oven. I do have a portable BBQ grill, but it is electric too. So while we have food, we had no way to cook it (for future events, I've ordered a camping gas stove that will be here soon). The roads became more and more passable, but up to Wednesday morning there was no evidence that there was any work being done to restore power (this is not meant as a critique; the problems were serious enough it makes sense to assess them before trying to fix them). The weather was getting colder and colder. Thursday night, we accepted a very generous offer from our friends (Thanks Diana and David!) to stay at their house since with no power, we had no heat. Our bags were packed and we were waiting for Kate to come back from our big monkey's cello lesson when our power came back on. As far as I can tell, Mother Nature decided that since we had effectively solved our problems (going to a place with heat; ordered portable gas stove), it was no longer as much fun to mess with us, so she let the electricity be turned on again.
Even in Norwalk, there are still many people without power (just over 10% still have no power almost a week later). And since we didn't get much rain here, we were actually very lucky. The flooding we had was due to storm surge and it would have been much worse if we had a couple of inches rain on top of that (which was in the original forecast). New York and New Jersey both have many places that were hit much worse than we were. So as annoying as it was to be without power for three days, we did not lose water and most of us did not sustain damage that was too bad.
Yesterday, my friend Andrew and I got out for a short ride. We had to take many detours of our planned route due to many crews actively working to clear fallen trees and get power restored. I got out myself for another nice ride today and found that several of the roads that were passable yesterday were closed today by crews. Hundreds of very old trees came down during this storm. It is going to be a while before the areas affected fully recover from this storm. The weather these last two days has been gorgeous - quite the contrast from the storm.
When my wife came home from a shopping trip, she told me there was a crew from Quebec just down the street. I walked down and thanked them for coming (they even understood my french!). We also heard of crews from such near by places as Massachusetts and as far away as Washington state.
I'm sure that if I were without power, I'd be less philosophical (and more bitter), but these events really do put things in perspective. Stay safe.
I should probably start by warning you that the title of this post is somewhat misleading. But never fear. All will reveal itself in good time (and probably not be worth the build up I'm currently giving it).
Since my last blog entry three weeks ago, I had been sick and got very little riding in. I had been hoping to ride the 40 mile Tour de Bronx, but was getting quite worried that I wasn't going to be healthy enough in time. Last Friday (four days ago), I was finally well enough to get back on the bike and got almost 17.5 miles commuting to and from work. This was by far not the fastest ride I have ever done, but both the morning and afternoon rides themselves went well.
As it is now fall and daylight savings time has not yet ended, I start out my commutes in the dark. About half way into my Friday ride, the sun was finally coming up and I stopped to get a picture of the sunrise.
The sun rising over the Long Island Sound.
When I got of my bike to take a picture, I realized how quiet it was. All I could hear was the ocean. I enjoyed it enough that I took a short (10 second) video where really the only interesting thing is the sound.
Short video where you can hear the ocean. Corny, but I like it.
A few posts ago, I mentioned a technique called bridging. This is basically where I plant my shoulders against the rear of the seat and lift my butt off of the seat while pushing on the pedals. This technique allows me, for a short period of time produce a lot of power and either really zoom ahead if I am riding on a flat bit of road or zoom up short but very steep hills.
This is a technique that many recumbent riders use. Reading about it, it sounds like this is usually done on bicycles with a lower seat angle than I have on my Sofrider - I have heard you need an angle of 30 degrees from horizontal or less (my Sofrider angle is closer to 45 degrees). While I was on my commute ride, I realized that when I am bridging, I am also pushing myself up against the handlebars.
The reason this is relevant is that unlike upright (err.. regular) bicycles, on most recumbents they are not designed to support much stress on the handle bars at all. Cruzbikes, because they are front wheel drive that have the bottom bracket (where the pedals are attachted) that swings with the front wheel, have handlebars that can sustain much more force. Without well braced handlebars, I wouldn't be able to bridge on a rear wheel drive recumbent.
Back, to our regularly scheduled blog entry, I hadn't gotten the miles I would have wanted for the last three weeks, but the ride went well enough that I thought I was ready for the Tour de Bronx on Sunday (two days later).
One of the 'Bent Rider Online Forum readers, Pat, posted about the Tour de Bronx and organized a meeting for recumbent riders. One difference about this ride compared to others I have done in the past is that the start and the end of the ride were not at the same place. Pat was clever enough to tell everybody to park at the end. So following his directions, I was at the meeting point with by bike put back together and ready to go with 30 minutes to spare. The weather was cool and it was drizzling slightly. The rain stopped completely within 30 minutes and never came back.
I was the first recumbent rider there, but most definitely not the last. The second to arrive also lives in Norwalk (how's that for a nice coincidence!). Within 30 minutes, I saw more recumbent bicycles in one place than I have ever seen before in my life. Long wheel base recumbents, short wheel base recumbents, some with under seat steering. There was even a family that showed up where the teenage sons rode mountain bikes and the parents rode tandem recumbent.
We left the parking lot as a group around 9:30, arrived at the start around 10:15 where we had to pick up our event numbers. The start was so busy that we got separated. A handful of us found each other and were (almost) ready for the start at 10:30.
Andrew and I rode the Bloomin' Metric Century in May, this was the most bicycles I ever saw at one place. We were also impressed at how homogeneous a group of people were riding that event. Almost everybody was fully spandexed, riding a road bicycle where I estimated that the average bike there probably cost around $2,000.
The Tour de Bronx was much more heterogeneous, both in terms of the racial make up of the event, but also in terms of the bicycles. There were many many fully spandexed riders here on nice road bikes. Unlike the Bloomin' Metric, I saw several folding bicycles, a lot of fixed gear bicycles, a few pre-teen children riding mountain bikes with knobby tires, and even a BMX bicycle with 20" wheels and no gears. Most bicycles seemed to be working fine, but the average bicycle price was well less than the Bloomin' Metric. And where as the Bloomin' Metric Century was capped at 2,500 riders, this news paper sets the attendance at more than double at 6,000 riders. There were several places where I was not able to ride as quickly as I would have liked because it was so crowded. The atmosphere of this event was unlike that of any I have yet ridden.
A view of the first rest stop.
At about 14 miles (including our trip to the start), we got to the first rest top. It was crazy busy, but there weren't problems getting food. Pat knew about a "secret toilet"; otherwise it would have taken 30 minutes just to visit the facilities. I was supposed to meet the rest of the recumbent riders outside the rest area, but I lost them and continued on by myself.
During the ride, the sun came out in full force. In between the first and second stop, I pulled over in some woods to change my pants into shorts and remove two long sleeve shirts. I was very well served having my Camelbak water bladder attached to my bicycle.
The route for this tour (as you can see below) really was all over the Bronx. It was nice getting back to City Island (to where Andrew and I rode in April).
The Tour de Bronx Ride. Since I started recording in the parking lot, the start and the stop are the same on my recording, which was not true of the actual ride.
As the ride progressed, the population of bicycles got thinner and thinner. At the beginning of the ride, the police closed several streets and were directing traffic to allow the hoards of bicycles through. Several spectators came out to cheer us on our way, and as usual, children really enjoyed seeing my recumbent bicycle - when we were a group of recumbents the reaction of the crowd was often quite lively. After the third rest stop, the marshals that had been ever-present became quite rare indeed. Within a mile after the last stop, the group of bicycles I was with no longer knew where to go and we were officially lost. Between miles 43.5 and 44.5, I rode up a large hill (yes, they do really exist in the Bronx), just to realize that that wasn't the right way and to ride back down.
Because my GPS records a path of where I had been and because Pat was ever so clever (thanks Pat!) to tell us to park at the end, I effectively had a very good compass to help me get back to my car. At mile 45, with another rider following me, we came across a large steep hill. She stopped at the bottom to walk up; I rode up 1/3 of the way before I quit. The hill was definitely climbable, but I was tired enough that I just didn't want to push it.
A few miles before the end, I picked up a group of a half a dozen riders who were also lost relying on my GPS to get us back. We made it back largely without incident, although I'm willing to believe that the official route would have been on much less busy streets. I'll be curious to see if I can find the GPS track from somebody who rode the ride correctly so I can compare it to mine to see where (and how badly) I got it wrong.
As promised, I've covered everything the title of the post said I would, albeit not necessarily as expected.
It was a long three weeks getting over my cold. I'm not completely better, but I'm much better off and very glad that I was able to ride "the tour."
In the week after my last entry (two weeks ago), I rode just over 30 miles commuting two days. It is definitely getting both colder and darker in the mornings as we are moving into fall. It has been almost completely dark when I've been leaving for work. On the plus side, I've been getting some very nice sunrises over the sound.
The sun starting to rise over the Long Island Sound taken from the bridge entering Bell Island.
A view on the other side of the bridge.
One of my wife's bride's maids, Pam, came to visit us for a few days. I borrowed Andrew's folding bike so that Pam, Kate (pulling the little monkey in the trailer) and I (pulling the big monkey on the trail-a-bike) could go for a ride. We ended up going over 8.5 miles on a very nice ride around where I work.
On Sunday, Andrew and I went for a longer ride (I ended up going around 25 miles total). At 17.5 miles, Andrew and I were once again in front of the biggest hill I ever saw. We had not yet decided which way to go. Andrew wanted to turn left at the intersection avoiding the hill. "Unless you have unfinished business with that hill."
The last time we tried, Andrew made it the whole way up, but I only made it 3/4th of the way. So, straight we went towards the hill. As many make battle cries before heading into battle, I thought I needed one too. "I'm a moron" was the last thing I shouted before heading up the hill. I lead Andrew and we both made it the entire way up the hill. Success at last! I was tired, breathing hard, spent, but happy.
At the top of the hill, we consulted Google maps and decided on our route. We couldn't quite decide what to do and remembered (incorrectly as it turned out) that continuing on the path on which we were headed lead us into some not-so-nice-on-which-to-ride-a-bicycle roads. So we turned around and then went down that monster of a hill.
I like going zooming down big hills as much as the next guy. And just as this was a monster of a hill to climb, this was the steepest hill I've ever descended. This hill was extreme steep, on a not very wide street that had a fair amount of traffic, and had a stop light not too far from the bottom of the hill. Because of this, I rode my brakes down and still hit close to 40 mph. A hill with the same decent but with better conditions, I could easily imagine hitting 50 mph.
We turned right and started climbing a small hill that was easy enough. But within a mile we were at the base of yet another monster climb. This hill I only made it up about half way before my front wheel started slipping I had to stop. Nary 10 minutes after my big success, and it's capped of with a climbing failure. Ugh!
I entered the bit of route I didn't manage on Ride with GPS. The two hills are actually very similar as far length of climb, maximum grade (> 12% in both cases, probably more), and elevation gain. When my front wheel slips, I can often pull myself up using the
handlebars moving more of my weight to the front (drive) wheel, but I
was too exhausted to do this on the second climb. So it isn't a failure of the bike, but rather just the rider.
Within a couple hours of getting home, I had succumbed to the same cold Kate had been fighting. No fever, but lots of crap in my lungs, etc. Here it is a week later, and my symptoms keep morphing back and fourth, but I still have the same bloody cold and haven't ridden since that Sunday. Hopefully I'll get this cold licked soon. Part of me thinks that if I hadn't gotten sick I could have made it up the second hill. Wishful thinking? Maybe future rides will tell.
In the two weeks since my last post, I've done nine rides for a total of just over 130 miles. Five of the rides have been commuting to work and back for a total of 60 miles. Admittedly since I live only 3.25 miles from work, I wasn't always going the direct route.
Ten days ago, I got two rides in on the weekend. I first went for a ten mile jaunt pulling the little monkey in his trailer. It was starting to rain as I got to the base of the big climb on that ride, so I chickened out and turned around. I won't even try to convince you that if it wasn't starting to rain that I would have climbed the hill. On Sunday, I did a nice 25 miler just over the New York state line and back. I tried to something different on the way back, but ended up on the same route a little too soon. Maybe I'll have better luck next time getting lost.
This past weekend the weather was gorgeous. This time of year is my favorite as we still get lots of light, but the heat is starting to recede. On Saturday, Andrew and I went for a quick ride with me pulling the little monkey in the trailer. There was no rain so I had no excuses. We tried to find a new loop, but decided it was on streets that were too busy to pull a trailer, so ended up doing a big loop that had me climbing several hills. Pulling that extra weight up the hills really does give me a good workout. I noticed that it was significantly easier than last time, largely because it was just enough cooler that my body wasn't terribly over-heating.
A nice park in the middle of our ride.
Ducks Geese on the pond. If you look closely, you can see some of the geese with their heads underwater and their butts up in the air. I really find that position quite funny.
The little monkey holding his sunglasses in his trailer. You can make out his water bottle stashed in the pocket on the trailer on the left and his "cell phone" in the right pocket. They both seem to keep him quite content.
On Sunday, I got a chance to go for another ride with my friend Tom. Just under 18 miles total and about a mile or two from the state line, it was another gorgeous day. On our way back, we saw a father on a road bike and his son riding a mountain bike with knobby tires. As I was passing them going down hill, I told the father that changing his son's tires for something smooth would let him go a lot faster on his bike. The father asked if he could get such tires and seemed very excited when I told him that my Sofrider had the same size wheels as his son's bike. I've never sold tires while riding down a hill before.
All-in-all, a very nice couple of weeks. All of the upgrades I talked about last time are working well and I can report that the air horn does indeed get drivers attention when needed. Hopefully I'll have another upbeat update coming soon!
First, for those regular readers, I've been a bit lax updating my blog in the last couple of weeks. To make up for it, I wrote an entry yesterday talking about recent rides as well as today's entry about upgrades. That entry has more exciting less tech-y pictures than this one.
The old front shifter. Note the ever-present gap between the shifter and the grip.
A couple of hours before my ride with Andrew to New York State line and back, I started work to upgrade the shifter. I was a little concerned that I wasn't leaving myself enough time to get the new shifter installed and tuned, but I had no problems. In addition to installing the shifters, I also installed SRAM locking grips and a second Mirrycle bar-end mirror. The old grips would often separate from the grip shifter leaving an annoying gap; the new grips alleviate this problem completely. I very much like the mirror I already had on the left side handbars, so I bought a second for my bike (as well as one for my wife's bicycle). Mirrors are a good idea on any bicycle, but are particularly important on recumbent bicycles since it so much harder to turn around and see what's behind you.
Particularly important on front-wheel-drive bikes, to help stabilize them when parking if you can set the front brake. The bike brake is a very cheap way of doing just this.
A view of the finished upgrade, including a second mirror and the bike parking brake.
A close-up of the grip, the shifter, the bike brake, and the mirror.
For the rear derailleur, I very much prefer the trigger shifter to the grip shifter. For one thing, when I would pull myself up by the handlebars, I often found that I would accidentally shift. For another, when I'm shifting into my granny gear, I generally go from the middle chain ring on the crankset and the lowest gear on the cassette to the granny gear on the crankset and the fourth gear on the cassette. I want this switch to be as simultaneous as possible. Before, it was largely guess work. Now, I just plink-PLUNKplink-plink and I'm there. (The plink is the shifting of the rear derailleur and the PLUNK is the front).
There are two downsides to this new setup. The first of which is that the twist front derailleur actually had more than three positions which would help avoid situations where the chain likes to rub on the front derailleur; I can't really get into the fifth gear or above on the rear derailleur when I'm in the granny gear. The second issue is knee clearance. Having the shifter live below the handlebars reduces this clearance. This doesn't affect me because I installed an adjustable stem as well as moved my seat as far forward as possible. I am not a big fan of twist shifters and am pleased with the upgrade to trigger shifters.
After this ride, I installed two other new toys. First, I installed Kool-Stop dual compound mountain pads on the front brake. I don't know if it just because because the original pads were quite worn (they had almost 1,500 miles on them when they were replaced) or because the new pads are really just that much better (or most likely, both), but the new brake pads help me stop much more quickly. Another worthy upgrade.
Kool-Stop front brake pads. The two colors are two different compounds are for tuned for wet and try stopping.
I've had a couple of close calls with cars where my only recourse has been to, well, basically shout at them to get their attention. Especially since I am often riding with my children, I've decided that I wanted a loud horn. I've just added a Delta Cycle Airzound Horn.
Airzound horn (surrounded by lights) with bottle reservoir.
The horn is air-powered and has the ability to (somewhat) control the volume. The reservoir is refillable with a regular air pump (up to 80 psi). I (fortunately) haven't yet needed to use it in traffic, but I'm convinced it will get me noticed when I need it. On trails and with pedestrians, I'll continue to use my voice as this horn is too loud for pedestrians and other cyclists.
The last two pictures are toys that I've already had and talked about. But since I was taking pictures, so I snapped a couple of shots. I used an Axiom seat collar with rack eyelets to attach the rear rack. I bought 29.8mm size which wasn't quite large enough to replace the seat collar that was there. I decided that this was a good thing and I used a piece of rubber to line the seat post and attached it. The reason I decided this was better is that I didn't want to directly connect the the rack (which is attached to the rear triangle) to the main body of the bike (since there is a rear shock). I really ought to bring up a metal piece from the rear triangle so that the rack isn't attached to the main body at all, but I found that how it is works well enough.
Rack attached to the seatpost. You can see the Trek trail-a-bike mount attached to the seatpost as well.
The final picture is showing how I mount my 100oz Camelbak Unbottle to the back of my seat. I use two straps that go under the upper seat pad to hold it in place. In my case, it sits on the braces for the rack, but I'm sure if the rack wasn't there, I would figure out something to make sure that it didn't drop too low and interfere with either the wheel or the brake.
I've never gone for a ride longer than 20 miles without this water reservoir and I recommend it highly.
Camelback Unbottle attached to the back of my seat.
