Paul Krugman says Bitcoin is a more obvious bubble than the housing market crash. I thought the same thing… till I found out what he thought.
Anyone who knows anything about economics knows you do the exact opposite that which is recommended by the Pulitzer Prize-winning economist, Paul Krugman.
If you hadn’t guessed by the Title, I don’t like the “listen to your body” meme. Listen to my body? If I did that, I’d spend much more time eating and sitting on the freaking couch. My body says, “Hey, smartass, cut this cycling $#!+ out! Why don’t you take a day off or somethin’!” I tell my body it will comply, and for the other 23 hours of the day I feel better for it.
With the onset of winter, more than a couple of weeks early, I’ve been spending the proper amount of time on the trainer. Some of my friends, Titanium Henry and Brent to name two, are trying to push me into picking up fat bikes up for Mrs. Bgddy and me. I’m not buying, though. I know this is heresy, but I’m at a point where I’ve got so many bikes I’m feeling a little guilty for having so much wrapped up into them. I don’t have room for my snow blower let alone another bike.
This year, while I do deride my time on the
beast trainer on the blog, I’ve been enjoying it more than usual – I haven’t missed a day since the weather turned to crap, three weeks ago. While I’m waiting for the first of the New Year to really kick it in the butt, I haven’t been taking it easy either.
More important, the trainer provides the perfect platform to dial in and fine tune the set-up on my bikes and cleats, if needed. I don’t have to worry about traffic or balance and I can easily concentrate on how I feel on the bike. I adjusted my right cleat a bit a couple of weeks ago and that worked out well. I ran into another problem that required a small adjustment last night as well… It turns out, with certain bibs, my Trek’s saddle is a little high. I’ve got three pair with a thicker chamois and two are reserved for riding the Specialized only (I have a softer saddle on the Trek to smooth out the ride a little bit, otherwise it’s pretty harsh – the Venge has hardly any padding on the saddle).
So there I am putting in my time on the turbo last night and I just couldn’t get comfortable with the thicker chamois (we’re only talking a millimeter, it really shouldn’t matter). First my hip was hurting, then my right foot, then my sit bones (all lower half of the body related)… 30 minutes in, I’d had enough. I hopped off the trainer and went into the bike room to get my wrenches. I lowered the saddle one millimeter. Just one. Foot pain gone, inside of the thigh pain gone, hip pain gone.
When I’m out on the road there are far too many variables. Out of the saddle going up hills and during City Limits sign sprints, in the drops, on the hoods, on the bar top… I’m all over the bike when I’m outside. Indoors, I’m on the hoods, butt in the happy spot on the saddle, pedal, 90 RPM cadence for 45 minutes. Period, end of story. That much time in one spot helps to isolate little pains here and there, so I can really concentrate on what’s right and what might need tweaking.
One thing everyone will tell you about fitting bikes to the cyclist: It’s rarely set it and forget it. I had the set-up on the Trek dialed in for almost two years now, it worked fine. No longer though.
So yes, the trainer (or rollers – pick your poison) sucks. Use the time to feel your bike out. If there’s a tweak needed, it’ll show up while you’re putting in your torture time.
It makes you wonder… If they had the technology back in the medieval period, would they have had one or two of these in the dungeon?
Some photos from happier, warmer times:
It’s all over but the shoutin’, folks. Oh, and I should clarify, Southeastern Michigan. Up North and the Upper Peninsula don’t even bother cancelling school for 8″ of snow. They just pull out the snowmobiles. They called my kids’ school off before it even started snowing and they’re off again today.
Trigger (heh) Warning: The following is an opinion piece. It is my opinion of the Law in my State. It may not reflect the law in your State or Country. Knowing your laws is not my freaking job (heck, I barely know the laws in my own State!), it’s your job. This post is meant to be a humorous look at how cycling laws actually work – and how that differs from intention. In this off-season, I do plan on interviewing local and State law enforcement to get a better understanding of “how law works” but that’s for a different post. You have been trigger (heh) warned.
The cycling club received an interesting email forwarded from a cyclist/attorney in the club. The sender and I don’t always see eye to eye on matters – mostly because she has a tendency to blame motorist’s angst against cyclists on “the fast riders”. Like me. She didn’t have to bring it up this time, though. The email hit that note already.
Nothing gets me going like the misplaced, misguided bony finger of blame.
That said, the gist of the email centered around cycling Law and how lawyers will sink to any level they can to make it look like the cyclist is to blame for getting himself/herself run over. It’s noble enough, the email, if a little silly in its wrongheadedness in certain points. The idea being, motorists hate us, so follow the rules of the road so they won’t – and God forbid, one of those motorists runs you over, it’ll be better to be able to say that you always stop for stop signs and stop lights. Seriously.
Rather than break down the whole email, I’ll just get into some specific points, quickly. Then we’ll do some fun math.
Why It Matters if We Run Stop Signs and Red Lights on Our Bike
Well, for one, if you make it a habit of running red lights, we won’t have to worry about you being a cyclist for very long. You’ll be a spot on the ground resembling a Jackson Pollock painting before long. Problem solved. The stop signs, now that gets interesting:
Questions followed such as: “Do you stop for stop signs and stop lights when you ride? Do you recall ever riding through one without stopping?” Setting aside whether those responses would be admitted at a trial, how bad would it have been for him if he had to truthfully admit he commonly failed to stop or even that there were occasions when he did not stop.
Okay, stop right there. Stopping for stop signs. Law requires that we stop, actually stop at a stop sign, yes? Yes. A stop is considered a foot down on the ground, stop. Then go. Now, imagine a 25 cyclist deep group cruising down the road, as law allows, two-abreast. We come to a stop sign and the first two stop, foot down, and go. The next two slide up, foot down, and go. The next two repeat until all 25 cyclists are down the road. Typically you’ve got three seconds plus another ten (to get through) in between each two going through the intersection. That’s the letter of the Law. That’s not what we do, though. We get to an intersection, wave traffic through, then we all go en masse (two abreast). The letter of the Law takes more than two minutes for a group to clear an intersection. The right way takes between five seconds and 20.
Now, how happy do you think motorists are going to be if we follow the letter of the Law? Do you think a driver stuck behind that idiocy will say, “Oh, look Helen! Those cyclists are stopping as they should at a stop sign!” Uh, no. After twenty seconds he’s going to lose his freaking mind – because that’s about the attention span of a motorist. More:
Second, when I speak to cycling groups I remind them how much animosity exists on the part of drivers against cyclists. The comments we hear from prospective jurors about this is astonishing. Too many of them consider us to be reckless law breakers who do not stop at lights and block the entire lane on group rides.
Now we’re getting to the nitty-gritty! I’ve done the math on this page once before, but let’s do it again. Figure a 25 cyclist group (we’ve had up to 40). No intelligent cyclist is going to give up the lane, so whether a motorist is passing a single file line or a double pace-line “blocking the entire lane”, the motorist is going to have to cross the yellow into the oncoming traffic lane to pass the cyclists. Put simply, a single-file line is twice as difficult to pass because it’s twice as long. Figure a bike is 6 feet long (or two meters). Add an extra foot for the space between the wheels and you’ve got seven feet per bike. Multiply that by 25: 175′. Double pace-line? 91′ (you have to account for that odd 25th cyclist, so you’re multiplying by 13 instead of 12). Better, multiply that out with a larger 40 person group. No motorist would be able to pass a group in those conditions. How angry do you think motorists would be then? Words cannot convey.
Better, legislation has been proposed by states that would limit drafting groups to 4 cyclists that must be separated by ten to twenty feet. Do the math on how long that 25 person single-file group would be with ten more feet in between each four cyclists… 235 feet. Five full-length semi-trailers.
Folks, you think motorists are angry now, let’s follow the rules as they’re written and you’ll see how wrong you really are. You haven’t seen anger yet.
On the plus-side, as they’re flying by chucking pop bottles out the window at us, at least we’ll be able to claim the moral high ground.
UPDATE: I should add, I do, at every chance, give a vehicle the right of way whether it’s mine or not. We cyclist never tend to win in a fight against a vehicle so I always figured better safe than sorry.
The Second Commandment for the Cycling Enthusiast: Thou Shalt take a Moment to Admire God’s Green Earth and Smell the Roses.
I’d say my biggest mistake early in cycling had nothing to do with fashion, though I committed some pretty egregious errors. My biggest mistake was trying to hammer all of the time. I had my reasons and I regret nothing, and truthfully, without that two-year period I don’t know if I’d be the cyclist I am today. On the other hand, I think I could have gotten just as fast taking it easier two or three days a week. I was your typical “my easy days were too hard and my hard days were too easy” cyclist.
Even riding with my wife I had a tough time keeping a lid on my enthusiastic need to go fast. Add to that, a fast bike, and I often resembled a little puppy being taken for a walk; Always struggling against the leash that holds him back from tearing down the road.
As I’ve matured as a cyclist, still retaining every bit of my enthusiasm, I’ve come to understand what is popular training protocol: Take some time to ride for fun. Not only does the body need the rest, it’s quite nice to take a look at what you’ve been missing while your head is down and you’re hammering away, tongue dangling inches from your spokes.
Ride hard, yes, but it doesn’t have to be all hammer all of the time.
By all means, turn a few rides a week into an MC Hammer song, without the “Stop”. At the same time, don’t continually do something that will be regrettable in the future. Take some time to learn how to enjoy a ride every now and again. Take some time to admire your surroundings and “smell the roses”. It’s good for the spirit.
When it comes to road cycling – at least for adults – there are three main things to consider.
Road bikes, well taken care of, are usually a thing of beauty. Of those bikes that aren’t well cared for, the collection of dirt and grime will, eventually, affect performance.
Right or wrong, show up with a bike that shows you don’t care for it and others may be leery about riding with you. You may think that is arrogant or in bad taste, but that’s because you’re not well-versed in road cycling in a group of people.
Well cared for bikes ride better and last longer. Those who care for their bikes will tend to notice when parts are deteriorating and change them before they cause a breakdown. Breakdowns at 30-40 feet (10-13 meters) per second are bad and can cause a serious accident. It’s not arrogance, it’s more like self-preservation and that’ll take care of function. If you’re going to ride by yourself, don’t sweat how you treat your bike. If you want to ride with others, take care of it (them) – or you’ll probably find yourself riding alone anyway.
UPDATE: I should also add, the function of the bicycle vastly outweighs the fashion. Pretty parts that don’t function only matter to the poseur. This point is important to remember. Function first, fashion thereafter.
Form is very simple: We get our bikes fitted to us by a professional because we spend a ridiculous amount of time on our bikes and if we’re going to ride them well and comfortably, set-up is incredibly important. Eventually, with enough studying and practice, we can even learn enough to fit our own bikes.
That leaves fashion, and I’m big on that.
The first, most important component of cycling fashion is looking competent and comfortable on the bike – see “Form” and get your bike fitted, and follow that up with practice. Beyond that, it gets personal. Color scheme, saddle color, bar tape color, even cable housing color.
For those who care, there are several “Rules” one can use as a guide to make one’s bike look “pro”, published by the Velominati – and they’re a great place to start though many are put off by the fact that the Rules exist in the first place. As someone who didn’t follow any of the Rules in the beginning, then came to find some value in them, I’ll simply offer my experience. You do what pleases you. I maintain that everyone should do what makes them happy; what makes you look at your bike and smile is most important.
Originally, when I chose my initial “favorite color scheme for a bike”, I went with red, white and blue. I loved the USA color scheme in a bike for two reasons:
- Rednecks love the Stars and Stripes. Seen on the road with a red, white and blue bike and full kit, I get a break from people who would normally buzz a cyclist in their vehicle for the sport of it.
- The Stars and Stripes is an AWESOME middle finger to a tiny but loud minority of jerks who tend to hate America from within.
The problem is, as cool as that color scheme is, it’s kind of a one-trick pony…. and it wore on me after a bit. Then I bought my Specialized and I decided to take the Trek back to classic black bar tape – and switch to red and black for both the bikes.
Red on black has proven a more versatile color scheme – and much easier to buy kit for:
Either go with the rules or don’t… or better yet, go with most of the rules and add a little flare. Whatever makes you happy, just remember the golden rule:
Even if you don’t feel fast, at least look fast.
It currently “feels like” 15° F. For my European and Canadian friends, that’s a balmy -9.444° C. Folks, it’s freaking cold outside and I won’t lie, I want to ride outside about as much as I want hemorrhoids. It’s 5:30 am and I’m trying to work up the gumption to at least take the mountain bike out this morning but it’s not easy. It was even colder yesterday morning: It felt like 10° F or something like -12° C with 10-15 mph winds out of the west. That’s just a bridge too far for this guy. I rode my 5200 on the trainer all week long and crossed the 9,000 mile mark (14,484 km) on Friday. In fact, I hit it exactly, only having ten miles to go, I stopped at a half-hour just so I could say I did the ten miles:
My buddy Mike likes to complain that trainer miles don’t count but I don’t care – I rode ’em, they count.
So, will I ride outside this morning? It’s doubtful, but if I can convince Mike and my wife to take the mountain bikes out, I’ll be a ridin’ fool. One thing is for certain: Mountain bikes outside or 5200 on the trainer in the comfort of my living room, either one beats polishing the couch with my butt.
Incidentally, I just passed another neat milestone. Going back to when I started keeping track of mileage in 2011 (shortly before I started this blog), I just crossed over 44,000 miles (70,800 km). I once thought about canning the tracking app. In fact, I didn’t actually keep track of 2014, that 6,000 miles is a low-ball estimate – I’m quite certain I rode just as many miles as I did in 2015. Now that I can see the total mileage, I’m glad I decided to go back to tracking it. It’s nice to see the overall. It’d be a stretch to say it’s motivational, but I do find it neat to check up on now and again.