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For the last five years I’ve taken my trainer to the office and ridden there, during lunch, in the off-season.
This year things haven’t quite worked out as they had in the past. Sadly, I just can’t easily fix what’s keeping me from my normal trainer time… so I improvised.
No more noon rides, I put in my 45 minutes on the trainer after I get home, around 5.
That’s my commitment to fitness.
I can whine and lick my nuts on the couch, or I can get busy making use of what I’ve got – and let’s be clear, I’d need a whole lot of yoga to… well, let’s stay on track here.
I thought it would be interesting to break that down fully. There are 168 hours in a week. I only need seven of them to stay fit through the off-season. Only twelve in-season.
Digging further, I need 50-ish for work and 42-46 for sleep. Call that 101 on the high side. That means I’ve got 67 hours left to fit in my seven hours for fitness (and sanity).
I can make that work. For me, it’s fit and happy or…. not.
A friend told me he read that Focus bikes believes they will, eventually, migrate to making only eBikes.
I know the City of New York doesn’t like the idea. Bill de Blasio and the fun-hating commies in the New York bureaucracy have already banned them… They’re actually confiscating them.
On the other hand, apparently there are actually idiots who ride them on sidewalks. From that perspective, how do you fix that much stupid?
I am not personally impressed with eBikes either. I have no desire to own one – and I enjoy owning a fairly diverse bunch of bikes.
That said, I am not lost on the fact that there are plenty of people who could benefit from the electronic assist. Sadly. I can imagine that many who would need the help would be, how do we say this, technologically challenged. One could imagine an old-timer cruising down the sidewalk and being afflicted with a case of whiskey throttle.
Beyond that, the reason for my dislike of the bike is the concept itself. While nobody could be against someone who needs an eBike riding one responsibly… My God, I’ve been watching that whiskey throttle .gif over and over again – just makes me laugh out loud… Anyway, what I don’t like is the idea of the lazy using them as a means of weight loss. How long will it be before we hear of complaints that cycling is a lousy way to lose weight because some dolt is tracking calories based on real cycling but is riding an eBike?
Next will be class-action lawsuits against bike manufacturers, fast food joints, and calorie tracking apps. “Did you gain 50 pounds whilst riding an eBike to lose weight? Call Dewey, Cheatum & Howe because you may be entitled to a cash settlement based on the fact that you’re stupid and couldn’t figure out that an eBike that does half of the pedaling for you doesn’t count the same as riding a bike that doesn’t.”
Insanity, I tell you!
Next you’ll have STRAVA KOMs being taken with an eBike…. Monkeys will start riding them – hell, at that point you’re only a matter of years away from Planet of the Apes!
On the other hand, those who can’t keep up with the fast groups anymore, all of a sudden would again. Imagine drafting a dude on an eBike rolling down the road at 25 mph. That would be awesome!
Hey, on second thought….
Yesterday was going to be a big two-a-day. 18 miles with my wife and buddy, Mike. 30 with Chuck and Doc Mike… It was going to be prefect – I needed 33 total miles to pass my personal best mileage for last year and I’d get 48…
On the gravel bikes.
If you didn’t know, gravel miles count more than road miles. Gravel riding is harder.
The early ride went well, even if it was cold. 24° F or -4C. You know, cold. I dressed appropriately enough that I had to change my base later for the 30 miles.
I ate a banana before we rolled but felt a little flat starting out. Five miles in and I thought for a second about heading back. A minute later and I’d popped my head out of my @$$ and loosened up. 11.5 miles in. I had a flat.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have my saddle bag on the gravel bike, it was on my 5200 for the night ride four days earlier. Chuck had some patches with him, but they didn’t work. The tiny holes were right next to a seam so the patches didn’t work.
I was stuck, almost twelve miles out. I called my wife but she didn’t answer. My daughter was playing Taps for the local Veterans Day observance… Now I was nervous. It was barely over freezing and it was breezy and 11-1/2 miles was too far to hoof it. Chuck suggested I call Mike. Mike answered, got my location, and rolled. 20 minutes later, after huddling behind a guardrail to get out of the wind, he rolled up.
So guess who learned a valuable lesson Yesterday.
I needed 33 miles to pass last year’s total mileage. I ended up with 29-3/4, because I was stupid. With any luck, I’ll be passing that milestone shortly, but we’ve got a chance of snow in the forecast. It could be fun, though. It’s supposed to be less than an inch – that sounds more like fun than not.
One thing us for certain, I won’t forget my freaking seat bag! Dammit!
I’ve got eight days until my 25th sober anniversary and I’m starting to get excited. I can remember when having eight days sober was an awesome feat. I can remember listening to an open-talk about three weeks into treatment. The speaker had a year in and I can remember thinking, “One day that could be me”…
A lot has happened in the last quarter of a century, and I’ve enjoyed all of it – even the tough times, and there were plenty. The tough times just shaped me up for what was coming down the pike.
I can still remember how I used to drink, why I drank the way I did, and I can remember the pain I felt and caused others. It doesn’t hurt the same way anymore because I’ve repaired that and replaced who that loser was with someone else who has managed to do some good in the aftermath.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, if I add just one sip of alcohol to my system, I’ll be off and
running stumbling again within days. I have no hang-up’s about that. I am a two-fisted drinker and my name is Jim. Only a fool would think they could mystically turn into a social drinker after some gained self-knowledge and time.
Once you’re a pickle, you never get to go back to being a cucumber – no matter how long you’ve been away from the pickling agent.
And for that little tidbit of self-knowledge, I am grateful.
Eight days to go…
Road Bikes and Stem Lengths – Short and Twitchy or Long and Stable? Slammed or Stacked? How I Found the Right Mix for Me.
I am going to start off with this simple little nugget of wisdom first, “What works for me may not work for you.. The answer will be based on your feel and what you like”.
While that sounds awesome and “all-inclusive” and such, to a noob those words are nonsense. Jibberish. How could a noob possibly know what they want? About all I could tell you, as a noob, was what I didn’t want: I didn’t want to be one of those who ride with their handlebar level with their saddle. I knew that right off the bat. Unfortunately, that’s about all I knew. It took a couple of years of evolution and understanding to work it all out – and while I’d love to slam all of the knowledge I have in my melon into yours, it doesn’t work that way.
I ride a long and stretched out bike. I slam my stems, peg the saddle and stretch ’em out – within reason, and there is method to the madness.
I’ve got a 110mm stem on my race bike, an 80mm* stem on my back-up bike and a whopping 130mm stem on our tandem. I also roll with a 110 on the gravel bike but the geometry is different enough on that bike I could have gone with a 120 or even a 130… Interestingly, the reaches on all four (race, back-up, tandem and gravel) are close. 22-1/2″ (57 cm) on my two road bikes and the tandem, 22″ on the gravel bike. I left the gravel bike 1/2″ short so I could sit more upright so I could see and hopefully avoid bumps on the dirt roads and it works as I expected.
With the background out of the way, I have a blog friend who is an engineer (or something – you ever notice how easy it is to spot an engineer?). The way he looks at a bicycle is vastly different from the way I do. I’m a seat of my pants “feel” rider. I like long, low and very fast. He, on the other hand, likes upright, nimble and a more relaxed ride.
So which is right? Well, that depends on what you want out of cycling, but what is incredibly important is going into the decision with your eyes open.
The GCN guys did a neat video on stem lengths, and that was the impetus for this post. Check it out, it’s interesting. See, my engineer buddy is big on wide/soft (38mm 50 psi) tires, short stems and riding on the hoods. I like skinny/hard (24 mm/100 psi or 26mm/90 psi) tires, long stems and riding in the drops. My bad back likes riding low and fast, so that’s how I roll. My buddy’s bad back keeps him upright and slower, so that’s how he rolls.
It’s not about short or long, when it comes to stems. Ahem. It’s about the position in the cockpit that really matters.
First, short stems typically mean twitchy, sharp handling. Twitchy and sharp are great on a trail at 15 mph, navigating trees, roots and rocks. Twitchy, sharp is, however, definitely bad at 55 mph, blasting down a hill. Long and stable is much more desirable in that case.
Now, here’s where the measurements come into play. Bikes are funny things. You do a general fitting, make a couple of simple tweaks, and train there. Your body adapts to the position and all is hunky-dory.
The trick is matching different bikes to the position you like or have grown accustomed to. That’s why I’ve got an 80mm stem on the Trek and a 110 on the Venge. The Trek is a standard 58 cm frame and the Venge is a compact 56. The Trek is long by design, the Specialized needs the longer stem to get there – the 110 is more than an inch longer. The way I see it, I’d rather have the set-ups on my bikes close so I don’t feel a big change between steeds.
This won’t be scientific, by any means, but have a look at my three normal “my bikes” photos, with some lines I added for context…
For the Diverge, the gravel bike, I don’t want the same low, stretched out ride so I’ve got the compact drop bar leveled out nicely but I’ve got the hoods angled up slightly. The Venge, in the middle, is perfection. I feel exactly how I think I should feel on the bike. The Trek was the trick – how do I make that bike feel like the Venge? There were several problems I had to address. First, the standard frame in the proper size meant I didn’t get the drop I would normally like. To help cheat that, I rolled the handlebar down a little bit to lower the hoods. I also have a perfectly matched stem – it’s not a negative drop but it’s flat.
You also may notice that the saddle looks a little higher on the Trek. It is, but there’s a reason… The saddle on the Specialized has just a couple of millimeters of padding on it. It’s a hard saddle. The Trek has triple that, so to compensate for the extra squish I had to raise the saddle a little bit. I found out, within the first hundred yards of riding that bike with the saddle set without taking the squish into account, that I’d bounce like kid in a bounce house if I didn’t raise the saddle to accommodate the squish.
With that explanation out of the way, even though the three bikes are quite close in terms of the set-up, they are each good examples of how to manipulate the set-up to accommodate what I like and what I want out of each bike.
2013 Specialized Venge – The Race Bike
- Size 56 cm, one size smaller than recommended, by design.
- 22-1/2″ (57 cm) reach – Saddle to Bar center
- 172.5 S-Works crank
- 52/36 Chain rings
- 100 mm FSA carbon wrapped stem, flipped
- 42 cm S-Works Aerofly handlebar
- Shimano 105 drivetrain 10 sp. 11-27
- Weight 17.2 pounds
1999 Trek 5200 T – The Rain Bike
- Size 58 cm, exact size for my height
- 22-1/2″ (57 cm) reach – Saddle to Bar center
- 172.5 mm crank
- 52/42/30 Chain rings
- 80mm Bontrager SSR alloy stem, flipped
- MicroSHIFT 9 sp shifters (original Ultegra shifters finally wore out)
- Ultegra Drivetrain 9 sp. 12-26
- Weight 20.1 pounds
2017 Specialized Diverge – The Gravel Bike
- Size 56 – Compact geometry, one size smaller than recommended
- 21-1/2″ (54.6 cm) reach – Saddle to Bar center for a more upright position (but not too much)
- 172.5 mm crank
- 48/32 Chain rings
- 110 mm Specialized adjustable rise stem – flipped, set to -11°
- Shimano Sora drivetrain 9 sp. 11-32
- Weight 24 pounds, on the nose.
* All weights are fully dressed with computers, pedals and cages. Typical bike weights are given without the extra weight. Figure a pound on the Venge, 1.2 pounds on the Trek and 1-3/4 pounds on the Diverge (the mountain bike pedals are obviously heavier than Look Keo Classics, plastic cages are double the weight of plastic, etc.).
Amount of money spent on bicycles since 2000: Oh, sweet Baby Jesus.
Amount spent on doctor’s visits (other than checkups), thus helping my doctor pay for his vacation home, since 2000: $0.*
Last time I can remember being sick with a cold or the flu: 2015-ish.
Those bikes are worth every penny.
*I did drop about $700 for an ultra-sound on my heart after my family doctor noticed a hook on my EKG that could have either been nothing or something that could have caused me to drop dead of a heart attack at any moment, caused by, ironically, intensive bike riding. It turned out to be the former, nothing. Also, in 2007 or 2008, I was rear-ended on the highway by a kid who looked to be texting. I had to take a trip to the ER, followed by a trip to my family doctor, a DO, who cracked some joints back into alignment – that was covered by the fella who crashed into me though. I didn’t spend a dollar.
A fella who goes by the name of Eben Weiss recently wrote a wrong-headed article for Outside Magazine that gives examples ranging from poor to silly as reasons bicycle manufacturers should do away with drop handlebars; Presumably, so we can all ride the kinder, gentler flat-bar bikes which he approves of. Put simply, if flat bars become the only option, I’d simply stop buying new bikes (or I’d be the one to retrofit drop bars and sell the components to others).
From his article:
So… because something works well enough to stick around, in an industry known to change things faster than my teenage daughter changes clothes, for decades, we should just change it because this wahoo says it’s time to change?!
Dammit, I am easily infuriated by egomaniacs with superiority complexes (I’m different my friends – possibly an egomaniac, but I have an inferiority complex – big difference). I digress…
His next claim is that the drops are underutilized. Because?! The people he rides with don’t use them, presumably because they’re either too weak or fat to bend down far enough to use them. Honest, you can’t make this up:
Before your next group ride, surreptitiously put some ink on your palm and shake everyone’s hand. If by the time the ride is over even one of those riders displays so much as a smudge on their drops, I’ll give you $100.*
I don’t have to use ink… and he owes me, let’s see, $2,700 A WEEK for, let’s see, the length of the season… 35 weeks, carry the… $94,500. I won’t even use my Wednesday ride (which has been designated “drop day”) or Friday, Saturday and Sunday rides with my friends. That number, for a season would get me a shiny, new Colnago with Campy EPS… for me (and all of my friends – all 27 of us).
Most cyclists, in the group I ride with, use the drops every time they’re up front, because riding 24 mph into a 15 mph headwind is hard. The drops allow one to ride a mile or two an hour faster than one would sustain on the hoods. In fact, in those conditions, the first two or three cyclists in the pace-line are in the drops. The drops are necessary for a 22-24 mph average on open roads. Alas, Mr. Weiss disparages “fast” cyclists, one would assume, due to envy or ignorance.
Then it gets fun…
The upshot of all of this is that the typical road bike is set up for maximum comfort while riding on the hoods, and the entire drop zone of the bar has become vestigial. This is why you’ll often find them set up so askew, with the bars canted upwards in a manner that brings the levers closer to the rider and completely obviates the presence of the drops—now pointing fang-like at the floor and wrapped in unsullied bar tape that has never known a rider’s touch.
Well, surely that’s just my race bike. My other road bikes must be askew, because we often ride like that…
Surely the tandem!
Nope, maybe Eben is simply a cranky butthole in this case. Moving along, ahem, Mr. Weiss attacks those who don’t ride like ninnies as “delusional” and claims the ninny crowd should be riding drop bars because they can ride on the bar tops which he presumes is “more comfortable” (?). Apparently he forgot, this is ironically exactly why he claimed drop bars should go the way of the dodo, earlier in his article.
Another tidbit that caught my eye:
…and it’s only riders who fancy themselves fast who position their handlebars virtually beyond their reach.
Wait, virtually beyond their reach, what?!
To end my critique on a fun note, Eben writes:
Now you’d be hard-pressed to find a rider who doesn’t keep her hands on the hoods pretty much all the time.
Mr. Weiss needs to put on his big boy shorts and ride with my wife. She’ll show him, in one 30 mile ride, how a woman rides in the drops and why he needs them too, as he’s trying to suck her wheel.
In the meantime, we road cyclists like our drop bars just fine, Mr. Specialized, Mr. Bontrager, Mrs. Giant, Monsieur Cervelo, Señora Bianchi. We use them. We train on them. We love them when the wind is whipping and we’re heading dead into it. We need them to be fast and efficient whilst pulling for our brothers and sisters.
Please leave them be. Don’t listen to that crank. He either has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, or he’s just putting out clickbait – which is just as bad as being ignorant. Those of us who use them and appreciate them, vastly more than 10% of us, rely on the increased aerodynamics. Those in the know understand how important that is when the speed cranks up.
I should also clarify: I am a 47 year-old cyclist. Drop bars and an aggressive position on my bikes fixed my lower back pain that once made life uncomfortable at best, ugly at its worst. The group I ride with has a range of cyclists from 30 to 70 years-old. We are fast. We are respectable. We certainly don’t make apologies for those who choose to discriminate against us because we like to ride our bicycles fast. My God, does that sound silly anyway!