kponds
10-15-07, 10:42 AM
Quick confession: for the last few years I have been one of "those guys" who's cycling hobby centered around looking at the bikes in his garage, reading bikeforums, and maybe riding once a month tops.
Running was my main exercise/hobby and it was much easier to lace up the shoes and run than it was to get everything ready for a bike ride. I made a slew of training errors in the summer of this year, mainly building back up too quickly after spring marathon recovery. This caused my body to pretty much fall apart on me, and I have been in a vicious cycle of injury and recovery since, getting out of shape and gaining weight.
About a month ago I decided to give cycling a "for real" shot. The problem was, as I got more into "cycling" and less into "bicycles", I realized that all of my bikes are way too small for me. I was originally told by a bike shop that 54cm was my size, likely because that was the only size that they had in the store of the model that I wanted. I am 6'3". But I didn't ride enough to be able to tell that it was too small for me, so I amassed 3 54cm bikes.
Two weeks ago, on a Friday, I found out about this Bluff City Blues 100 mile ride. I was going to do it. So Saturday I went out and rode 50 miles on my Bianchi hybrid/commuter, making the dramatic fit adjustments that I needed along the way. I was in pretty bad pain at the end. As I found out later, the saddle had restricted bloodflow from the arteries in my "undercarriage" (causing shooting pain whenever I got off the saddle), the saddle-to-pedal distance was too short (causing patello-femoral pain), and the saddle-to-handlebar distance was too short (causing lower back pain).
During that week I made a lot of changes, and rode 80 the next Saturday with significantly less pain. But the changes that I had made were pretty ridiculous, I think that my exposed seatpost length was longer than my seat tube. And my stem insertion point was well below its "min insert" line, which was a gamble that I had to take. And the saddle bloodflow pain was still there.
I had decided that I would make do with this, and if I could regularly cycle until april (bonus season :)) of next year, I would build myself a new bike that fits.
Thursday of last week, two days before the event, I went to pick up my packet. On the way, I saw the used trade-in bikes at the bike shop and one just called out to me. It was an 80s ishiwata 022 lugged steel touring frame, in 61cm. I had never heard of the manufacturer before (Ross), and it had a 12 speed drivetrain with shimano 600 components. 36 spoke wheels (big deal when you're 250 lbs). Everything was in immaculate condition, including the frame. It certainly wasn't a nice bike, but it was a good opportunity for me because it's rare to find a used bike if you're my size, so I paid $150 for it and had them drop the suicide levers and pedals, and I took it home along with my packet for the century ride. When I got home I put on my clipless pedals and covered the frame with reflective tape.
So I rode the Ross that Thursday night, and after about 10 miles, I decided that I would bring it to the century ride. Objectively not a good idea, but I really liked the bike. And the 80s faux-leather cheapo saddle was much nicer than any modern saddle that I had tried. I made a few minor fit modifications, and it was perfect.
I rolled onto Beale street about 6:45AM, the ride started at 8. I had my girlfriend drive me and drop me off. The idea of driving a car to a bike ride was ridiculous to me, but we live 30 miles away by bike, and I didn't want to do 160 miles just yet. And she was going to pick me up right after the ride and we were going to go to my parents house in AR.
Although this was a supported century, for some reason I packed like it was a solo. The Ross only had mounts for one water bottle cage, so I fashioned an extra two onto the stem with zip-ties, which worked flawlessly. I rolled with a rack and trunk bag, and a handlebar bag.
apparently I am a sherpa, the trunk bag contained:
Multi-Tool (with broken chain tool, important later!)
15 and 16mm wrench
2 tubes
sunglasses in glasses case (with regular glasses on my face, it was dark when we got there)
space blanket
sunscreen
jacket
camera in camera bag (ended up taking no pictures
8 AAA batteries (lights)
8 AA batteries (camera)
4 Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches
3 extra bottles of water
And the handlebar bag:
lock
wallet
keys
pda/phone
2 gels (I hate them but just in case the PB&J failed me)
reflective ankle straps
I came wearing a long sleeved coolmax shirt with a short sleeved shirt under it (it was very cold in the morning -- 50 degrees, and was expected ~70 later on), spandex bike shorts with running shorts over them. The running shorts looked absolutely ridiculous, but I had torn a hole in my bike shorts the week before and my pasty white ass would have looked more ridiculous.
I do some people watching and it appears that average rider is on a full carbon time-trial bike, with little deviation. I found a guy on an old steel touring bike like mine, with a 2 year old in a side trailer, and a lady on an Atlantis (which is my dream bike). Figuring these people were more my speed, I thought that I would lurk behind them.
So after a bit of bull****ting around at the start, we take off down Beale street, through downtown Memphis (where I lost the 2 that I was riding with), and on to Mud Island. At this point I am riding with a group of people on hybrids wearing MS150 jerseys. It is as we are exiting Mud Island that I realize that these people are doing the 100km course, and if I keep going at this pace with them, the 100mile course will close on me. So I had to (correct me if I get this wrong) "drope the hamer."
I rolled at about 18mph for the next 25 miles, passing trailer guy and atlantis chick, mostly solo, and suddenly realized that I was off course. I retraced my steps and made it to the 20 mile aid station with 35 miles on my tripometer. I took a 3 minute break to stretch, refill bottles, and eat a PB&J before hammering it to the 30 mile rest stop. After some quick math at the 30 mile rest stop (having done 45 miles), it became apparent that I would not be able to complete the century course before they closed it (if you cross mile 80 later than 6 hours from the start, you get sagged). So no century ride today. I wasn't too upset, I was just going to reroute to the 100km course and get to my parents house a little early.
Anyway halfway back to the mile 40 rest stop (same as the mile 20 rest stop) (tripometer is reading 50 miles now), I am shifting hard up a hill and my chain breaks. The price that you pay for coming on a bike that's as old as you are, I guess. The ironic thing is, I have a chain tool on my multi-tool, and could have easily fixed it, but the pin had broken in the chain tool. Luckily SAG is right behind me and they drive me the 5 miles to the rest stop, where there is mechanical help. I got my chain fixed and rode the last 20 miles back to Beale street, about half solo and half with two very nice ladies who told me that the roads were marked with spray paint for the whole route (I hadn't noticed it!). Ended up at Beale street approximately 1 PM where I filled up on beer, barbeque, and blues music. Trip ended at 70 miles.
Even though it was technically a "failed" century attempt, I had a great time and I think that overall it was a success. I will be doing a full century very soon, likely solo.
The bike worked out great. I love that frame. I think that I am going to put singlespeed (not fixed gear) wheels on it, I already have a set of 36 spoke ones from my redline 925 which is too small. Memphis is just too flat to worry about maintaining an ancient 12 speed drive-train. And moustache bars (also have these).
The only reason I'm wary about converting it to a single speed is if I decide I want to do a Brevet series up in Nashville and St Louis where it is probably less flat. But really I think I'll be ok in 42x16, or 39x16.
Lessons learned:
-Make sure I have a working chain tool next time
-Don't be so caught up in getting where you're going that you forget to look at the cue sheet
-Avoid riding solo if possible
-Pay attention to the markings on the road.
Next steps:
-Get a chain tool or new multi tool
-Pack less stuff
-Learn that it's OK to rely on rest stops and that you don't need to bring 4 PB&Js and extra waters
-Plan solo century route soon (next weekend maybe)
-Convert bike to single speed
-Moustache bars
-New tires
-Fenders (dont know if they will fit on this bike, I hope so!)
Running was my main exercise/hobby and it was much easier to lace up the shoes and run than it was to get everything ready for a bike ride. I made a slew of training errors in the summer of this year, mainly building back up too quickly after spring marathon recovery. This caused my body to pretty much fall apart on me, and I have been in a vicious cycle of injury and recovery since, getting out of shape and gaining weight.
About a month ago I decided to give cycling a "for real" shot. The problem was, as I got more into "cycling" and less into "bicycles", I realized that all of my bikes are way too small for me. I was originally told by a bike shop that 54cm was my size, likely because that was the only size that they had in the store of the model that I wanted. I am 6'3". But I didn't ride enough to be able to tell that it was too small for me, so I amassed 3 54cm bikes.
Two weeks ago, on a Friday, I found out about this Bluff City Blues 100 mile ride. I was going to do it. So Saturday I went out and rode 50 miles on my Bianchi hybrid/commuter, making the dramatic fit adjustments that I needed along the way. I was in pretty bad pain at the end. As I found out later, the saddle had restricted bloodflow from the arteries in my "undercarriage" (causing shooting pain whenever I got off the saddle), the saddle-to-pedal distance was too short (causing patello-femoral pain), and the saddle-to-handlebar distance was too short (causing lower back pain).
During that week I made a lot of changes, and rode 80 the next Saturday with significantly less pain. But the changes that I had made were pretty ridiculous, I think that my exposed seatpost length was longer than my seat tube. And my stem insertion point was well below its "min insert" line, which was a gamble that I had to take. And the saddle bloodflow pain was still there.
I had decided that I would make do with this, and if I could regularly cycle until april (bonus season :)) of next year, I would build myself a new bike that fits.
Thursday of last week, two days before the event, I went to pick up my packet. On the way, I saw the used trade-in bikes at the bike shop and one just called out to me. It was an 80s ishiwata 022 lugged steel touring frame, in 61cm. I had never heard of the manufacturer before (Ross), and it had a 12 speed drivetrain with shimano 600 components. 36 spoke wheels (big deal when you're 250 lbs). Everything was in immaculate condition, including the frame. It certainly wasn't a nice bike, but it was a good opportunity for me because it's rare to find a used bike if you're my size, so I paid $150 for it and had them drop the suicide levers and pedals, and I took it home along with my packet for the century ride. When I got home I put on my clipless pedals and covered the frame with reflective tape.
So I rode the Ross that Thursday night, and after about 10 miles, I decided that I would bring it to the century ride. Objectively not a good idea, but I really liked the bike. And the 80s faux-leather cheapo saddle was much nicer than any modern saddle that I had tried. I made a few minor fit modifications, and it was perfect.
I rolled onto Beale street about 6:45AM, the ride started at 8. I had my girlfriend drive me and drop me off. The idea of driving a car to a bike ride was ridiculous to me, but we live 30 miles away by bike, and I didn't want to do 160 miles just yet. And she was going to pick me up right after the ride and we were going to go to my parents house in AR.
Although this was a supported century, for some reason I packed like it was a solo. The Ross only had mounts for one water bottle cage, so I fashioned an extra two onto the stem with zip-ties, which worked flawlessly. I rolled with a rack and trunk bag, and a handlebar bag.
apparently I am a sherpa, the trunk bag contained:
Multi-Tool (with broken chain tool, important later!)
15 and 16mm wrench
2 tubes
sunglasses in glasses case (with regular glasses on my face, it was dark when we got there)
space blanket
sunscreen
jacket
camera in camera bag (ended up taking no pictures
8 AAA batteries (lights)
8 AA batteries (camera)
4 Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches
3 extra bottles of water
And the handlebar bag:
lock
wallet
keys
pda/phone
2 gels (I hate them but just in case the PB&J failed me)
reflective ankle straps
I came wearing a long sleeved coolmax shirt with a short sleeved shirt under it (it was very cold in the morning -- 50 degrees, and was expected ~70 later on), spandex bike shorts with running shorts over them. The running shorts looked absolutely ridiculous, but I had torn a hole in my bike shorts the week before and my pasty white ass would have looked more ridiculous.
I do some people watching and it appears that average rider is on a full carbon time-trial bike, with little deviation. I found a guy on an old steel touring bike like mine, with a 2 year old in a side trailer, and a lady on an Atlantis (which is my dream bike). Figuring these people were more my speed, I thought that I would lurk behind them.
So after a bit of bull****ting around at the start, we take off down Beale street, through downtown Memphis (where I lost the 2 that I was riding with), and on to Mud Island. At this point I am riding with a group of people on hybrids wearing MS150 jerseys. It is as we are exiting Mud Island that I realize that these people are doing the 100km course, and if I keep going at this pace with them, the 100mile course will close on me. So I had to (correct me if I get this wrong) "drope the hamer."
I rolled at about 18mph for the next 25 miles, passing trailer guy and atlantis chick, mostly solo, and suddenly realized that I was off course. I retraced my steps and made it to the 20 mile aid station with 35 miles on my tripometer. I took a 3 minute break to stretch, refill bottles, and eat a PB&J before hammering it to the 30 mile rest stop. After some quick math at the 30 mile rest stop (having done 45 miles), it became apparent that I would not be able to complete the century course before they closed it (if you cross mile 80 later than 6 hours from the start, you get sagged). So no century ride today. I wasn't too upset, I was just going to reroute to the 100km course and get to my parents house a little early.
Anyway halfway back to the mile 40 rest stop (same as the mile 20 rest stop) (tripometer is reading 50 miles now), I am shifting hard up a hill and my chain breaks. The price that you pay for coming on a bike that's as old as you are, I guess. The ironic thing is, I have a chain tool on my multi-tool, and could have easily fixed it, but the pin had broken in the chain tool. Luckily SAG is right behind me and they drive me the 5 miles to the rest stop, where there is mechanical help. I got my chain fixed and rode the last 20 miles back to Beale street, about half solo and half with two very nice ladies who told me that the roads were marked with spray paint for the whole route (I hadn't noticed it!). Ended up at Beale street approximately 1 PM where I filled up on beer, barbeque, and blues music. Trip ended at 70 miles.
Even though it was technically a "failed" century attempt, I had a great time and I think that overall it was a success. I will be doing a full century very soon, likely solo.
The bike worked out great. I love that frame. I think that I am going to put singlespeed (not fixed gear) wheels on it, I already have a set of 36 spoke ones from my redline 925 which is too small. Memphis is just too flat to worry about maintaining an ancient 12 speed drive-train. And moustache bars (also have these).
The only reason I'm wary about converting it to a single speed is if I decide I want to do a Brevet series up in Nashville and St Louis where it is probably less flat. But really I think I'll be ok in 42x16, or 39x16.
Lessons learned:
-Make sure I have a working chain tool next time
-Don't be so caught up in getting where you're going that you forget to look at the cue sheet
-Avoid riding solo if possible
-Pay attention to the markings on the road.
Next steps:
-Get a chain tool or new multi tool
-Pack less stuff
-Learn that it's OK to rely on rest stops and that you don't need to bring 4 PB&Js and extra waters
-Plan solo century route soon (next weekend maybe)
-Convert bike to single speed
-Moustache bars
-New tires
-Fenders (dont know if they will fit on this bike, I hope so!)