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I want to live in Campagnolo
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Upgrade time
A good friend upgraded his wheelset and found his old Fulcrum Racing 3s were now superfluous to his needs.
I snapped them up quick. As they say, 'one man's trash is another's treasure'.
Back on it?
It's been a while since I last updated. And truth be told, with the exception of a couple of longer rides, I've mostly been able to only ride locally. Fitness is definitely down from what it was.
With two weeks off on honeymoon I decided this would be an ideal opportunity to try and get some longer riding back in, as well as riding in locations I hadn't been to before. With the destination of NYC for our honeymoon I began to research the best places to hire a road bike.
Bike #1
Sadly, the rental fleet for most places consisted of only hybrids and mtbs. Not really what I was after. I did however, find one place near Central Park that had a road bike in my size.
Truthfully, it isn't the best bike I'd ever ridden, having been used as a rental for years and with a Tiagra group set. But, this was the best I was going to get and I really wanted to ride Central Park. So a Trek 1.5 with 9speed Tiagra, semi flat tires and pedals that gouged into your feet it was then.
Central Park is a much better park layout than centennial, that's for sure. It snakes and undulates in a way that a flat piece of land shouldn't. Ie, you never feel bored. It's busy as though with lots of runners and roller bladers also using the bike lane. Cars can also travel at 25mph in two lanes next to you so it gets a little frantic dodging stray pedestrians walking into the middle of your lane, avoiding bike salmon and the horse carriages. Theres about 15 sets of traffic lights and multiple merges with park entrance / exit roads so you don't have many chances to wind out the legs like you can in centennial.
It's also frightfully windy for 30% of the loop with straight on head winds that almost push you backwards. There's also a climb at the north west corner that is deceptively long and steeper than you think possible.
Also impossible to get a good, clean lap. With a heavy backpack on which acted as a wind sock and no cycling gear at all (Tigers, Rapha shorts, t shirt) I wasn't in the ideal riding attire... Still, I took great pleasure in rounding up and dispatching every roadie I came across, much to the annoyance of one guy in full kit and aero tri bike. Hehehe.
I also braved Manhatten traffic and ventured outside the park. Quite possibly the most dangerous thing I've done to date on a bike. However, while I felt close to death I wasn't abused once - everyone just drives past you without so much as a honk. A complete contrast to Sydney. Basically, you pedal flat out and be as aggressive as possible. I pedalled past some dude in a ute who yelled out "how the hell are you passing me, man?!?" I looked at him, laughed and pedalled on :)
Achievement: 45km.
Bike #2
We also spent a couple of nights in the Hamptons on the South Fork of Long Island which also proved to be an ideal opportunity for ridings. Truth be told, the Hamptons are frightfully boring but I pushed for an extra night's accommodation so I could align our stay to the opening hours of a local bike store which offered rental road bikes. I'd emailed weeks earlier to reserve a rental which saw the owner very helpfully reserve a Trek 2.1 with 105 in my size, Look Keo pedals installed so I could use my own shoes, as well as custom stem length. Excellent, or so I thought.
I turned up to the shop to discover the owner who I'd been speaking with over email was on holidays and the Trek road bike he was referring to was a figment of his imagination with the only rental they had being a dodgy old Specialized Allez, 8 speed Sora, in a size too small, with creaky BB and rust everywhere after being stored under a tarp out the back for a couple of winters. It made the Trek from the previous week seem perfect in comparison. Officially the worst bike I have ever ridden. Not happy.
Still, it was all they had, so after getting them to still fit some Keo pedals and then negotiating on their rental rate I set off.
The Hamptons are dead flat and the hills suggested by some of the local cyclists I encountered offered no more than a slight rise. More rolling hills than climbing. It was a strange riding experience going through farmland one moment, hitting a national highway the next, then finding yourself out the front of $20 Mil mansions. There's not that much traffic, but what traffic there is around is trying to kill you. Think arrogant snobs in Bentleys that don't want to share the road with a peasant riding their bicycle, or rednecks in SUV land tanks trying to run over everything in their path.
While the route was flat, it was far from easy. In fact, it was diabolically hard with headwinds from all directions, strong enough to push you over. The South Fork of Long Island juts out into the Atlantic like a finger. Icey cold winds from Europe did their best to limit my progress. Still, I managed to make a Strava segment and KOM it :)
After 3hrs of riding my legs were destroyed. A too small a bike and the head winds had taken their toll resulting in cramps so bad I could barely turn over the pedals. Not the ideal cycling experience I had in mind, but enjoyable none-the-less.
Achievement: 73km.
Coming back to Sydney, the first thing I did once I'd unpacked was to take the BMC for a spin. My experiences with the two US bikes has really made me appreciate what I have. The difference in quality of experience between Sora / Tiagra and Ultergra (and even 105) is night and day. I never thought it would be as great a chasm, but it is. It also made me appreciate a good-fitting bike and cycling in Sydney. We don't have it that bad at all.
Contrasts ...
Saturday morning spin class
Morning snapshots ...
Saturday morning, fog, bicycles, good friends and an adventure:
Around 10am and fog still hadn't lifted.
A dry day but with so much condensation and fog it may as well have been raining.
Punctures galore.
The journey.
Going nowhere
S&A
Shut up legs
It seems the best rides are those that come unplanned; that are spontaneous in their decision and in their destination. It's been a good six months since I last rode down Bobbin Head and an invitation late in the week for a Saturday morning ride through the National Park was too good to refuse. The ride would be with a few mates as well as a few guys I hadn't met before.
After almost two weeks of crazy rain I was a little worried that the road into Bobbin Head would be too damp for anything more than a slow ride down, but for the most part it was bone dry. Excellent. Climbing out the other side I was reminded why I hadn't chosen to ride Bobbin Head for so long – I hate it. The Asquith side is just not fun. The gradient isn't overly steep but the snaking nature of the road as it climbs for 5km is deceptive. It seems as if it will never end.
At the top gate half the group said goodbye to return back through the park, leaving four of us to continue. The plan was to ride out to the end of Hornsby Heights and then come back, giving our legs a few more KM. However, reaching the top of Galston Gorge, it was too nice a day to not continue through to Dural. The freezing winter air of the morning had left us and in exchange was a glorious day. Off with the arm warmers then.
There's a new speed camera installed on the hill into the Gorge and it gave me great pleasure to ride through it over the posted speed limit. The hairpins and windy nature of Galston Rd meant that keeping up with traffic was quite easy, finding that point-to-point we lost no ground with a group of cars in front. I've never ridden through the Gorge so the climb out to Galston was unfamiliar, but at least easier than that of Bobbin Head.
Reaching the top of Galston it was here that the spontaneity began. There's a route through the area that is known by local riders as the 'Three Gorges' - a route that links Bobbin Head, Galston Gorge and Berowra Waters together to form an 80km loop that offers testing climbs, open country roads and flowing descents. Instead of turning around and retracing we pushed on to complete the 'loop'. It may have added an extra 25km to the ride, along with an extra 2hrs, but it would be well worth it.
Heading through Arcadia the flowing country roads gave opportunity to stretch the legs. I was surprised how comfortably we could sit at 45 - 50km/h. Hands in the drops, the chain in 53x13 and sitting at about 90rpm was an excellent feeling. The recent upgrades to the BMC show a clear difference in speed. The change in chainring to 53T from 50T contributing the most.
Flowing down into Berowra Waters was the highlight for me. There was little traffic and nothing to interrupt the smoothness of recently refreshed tarmac. There's not a bump or pothole for kilometres, just perfect corners that snake their way through trees and rock face. I was in a happy place!
Reaching the bottom, we timed the ferry crossing perfectly, allowing for a quick rest and preparation for the climb out. It's a daunting feeling to look up to the row of houses on the cliff tops from the bottom of Berowra Waters only to realise that you have to ride all the way up there. The legs were dead but there was no other choice. Shut up legs.
Back on the flat the flow down along the highway offered both speed and recovery. By this time I was cramping and just wanting to make it home quickly. The easy option would have been to continue on through Hornsby, avoiding more hills... Turning left at Mt Colah we headed back to Bobbin Head Rd for another ride through the park but with the reward of coffee at the bottom before the climb back home.
It completely destroyed me, but what an utterly awesome ride!
Love to hate
New gloves. A spur of the moment purchase that is sure to see me on the receiving end of some morning ride banter, but who cares. I love them...
Winter blues
A year in review ...
It's been just over one year since I decided to purchase a pushie rather than a Mercedes and started documenting the journey. It's been an excellent 12 months with cycling in my life: - Three bicycles - Three groupsets - Five saddles - Six Wiggle orders - One Torpedo 7 order - Three Rapha orders - Four wheelsets - Two services - Four pedal sets - Two pairs of shoes - Four sets of cleats - Three waist sizes dropped - Twenty three kilograms lost - Two work promotions gained - One fiancee obtained I added up how much this has cost me and was surprised to learn that (after selling surplus items and recuperating some $$) the total is $3245.50 which, when you think about what I've got out of it, is damn good value… especially considering it's still cheaper than what a 12 month gym membership with a weekly PT session would have cost me. Love the bike.
Playing it safe
It may not be the most original choice of destination for half of Sydney's cycling community, but it was the safe and most logical choice for a ride commencing with little preparation - no need to worry about punctures leaving you stranded or running out of food or water. One would be forgiven for thinking Centennial Park on a crisp, clear Sunday afternoon is the perfect place for a ride, but it's not. It's hell. Not quite Hell of the North, but exchange the cobblestones for semi-blind mothers in BMW X5s and you're almost there. Death by brutal cobblestone or death by brute stupidity? I'll take the cobblestones, thanks.
Hell of the East (as it shall now be know, or HOTE) was a chance to catch up with two mates as well as the opportunity to catch up on missing KMs… oh, and to stretch the legs. Starting on the north, a quick ride over the bridge had me in the rocks. Normally I'm faced with the option of riding through China Town or riding through the city. Given a recent run-in with a taxi on Sussex Street I opted for the city, Darlinghurst, and through Paddington to take me up to the park gates - nothing overly enthusiastic, just a nice pace and the discovery of new streets.
A curious mind has always made me drive the long way to destinations and riding is no different. The joy of riding without any specific directions, just a destination is relaxing and rewarding in itself. Discovery at its best.
By the time I'd made it to the Park I'd made a second discovery for the day - idiots and cars converge on a Sunday afternoon to destroy you. And if the blind drivers in their Mercedes don't hit you then someone on a bike will in a death-by-friendly-fire kind of way. Considering I survived 72km of this is a miracle in itself.
The wind was up, but it didn't stop Derek and Russ having a go. S/S riders giving the Freds on their $5k bikes a run for their money is always worth watching. I think they topped out at about 45 - 50 km/h at one point. Well done chaps.
My mate Mike's Trek 470. Not the newest, nor the fastest, but still a lovely, unique ride. New pedals needed, stat, though.
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If I end up like this, put me in your crosshairs
Snapped by a friend and MMS'd, the future could very well end up like a scary movie. Same Bianchi jersey, same Sidi shoes.
If this is what I start looking like in 20 years, take me out to the back paddock, load up dad's shotgun and have me shot.
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Form vs Function
I love white bar tape and I love Celeste coloured bar tape ... when it's clean. I hate white bar tape and I hate Celeste coloured bar tape ... when it's dirty.
It never stays clean, though. I've tried everything from Mr Sheen to white gloves. Nothing.
Did I mention I hate dirt? The obsessive compulsive designer in me cringes when I see grease and gunk on what should be perfectly presented bars; Same can be said for mismatched seat and bar tape colour combinations.
But enough is enough. So much so that I'm considering visual blasphemy on the 1885 and changing for black.
Google images shows me that it may well be the lesser of two evils, but white tyres are a flat out no-no.