Saturday, February 23, 2019

FS Bridgestone RB-1-DONATED

*Donated to a young bike-hungry friend. Good luck!*

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Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Old Bikes

Considering what to do with the blog. I like the ride reports. I really don't like the bloviation and excessive share. I came across this post from '08 or so. Alot of turnover in 10 years. Only leaves the Litespeed in the daily stable. Geez.

87 Trek 410 Elance- black and red- Clarksville Schwinn- repurchased from my uncle
'88 Cannondale criterium road bike- blue- PA bike shop- in state of disrepair
('91 C'dale mtn bike-black- turned into great commuter- stolen)
('94 or so C'dale mtn bike- purple- stolen)
'93 Bridgestone RB-1- yellow and white- used personal
'95 or so C'dale hybrid- marroon- tricked out for commuting pleasure- Clarksville-bought with stolen bike $$- sold
'95 C'dale mtn bike- orange- sold to law student in OK
?? Trek hybrid- white- piece of shit originally for baby hauling-stolen from Mike
'99 Litespeed Blueridge- titanium- Clarksville
'01 Surly CrossCheck cross bike- pea green- Clarksville- son's
'03 Rans Rocket recumbent- Danville Bicycles-
'04 Redline singlespeed mtn bike- Clarksville- son's
'05 Surly Long Haul Trucker- puke green- ebay- sold, frame repurchased, to be sold
'06 Rivendell Bleriot- Hiawatha cyclery in MN. Juicy, sweet mount
'07 Cannondale F-29er Caffeine- Clarksville- purchased whimsically by my father unit while buying a birthday present- son's

the ones i couldn't part with are, in order, the:
1. Litespeed
2. Surly cross
3. Surly LHT
4. Rans
5. Redline single speed

More old posts (drafts) about bikes: "Meine Bykes"

  • IF Club Racer- YES!- Beautiful in every way. A benefit from a public sell-off that will never happen again. The fancy Campy shifty bits make me nervous. I trashed a bottom bracket early on with no justification save a bit of rainy weather. I can't afford to replace the Campy finery. It petrifies me and limits my usage. I constantly fight between wanting to keep it sleek, simple and fast- NOT a festooned, mudguarded all-rounder- and making it a usable bike. I don't train; I ride.
  • Litespeed Blueridge- STILL!- A 700c all-rounder that saw a new life with a new fork, raising the front end and cancelling out some wheel flop and toe overlap. The new do-it-all, especially in the muck. Less expensive than the IF, less grand, but perhaps quite as fine in its own way. I suggest you all buy Avid Ultimates. Best canti brake by far, ever.
  • Cannondale 29er- In ex-wife's garage supposedly for son- Don't remember model; it's a dumb name anyway. Gets the job done on the trails. A little piggish with the 29er geometry on our tight local trails. Those with more run like at BrownCo love it.
  • Kona Ute- STILL, but not much used-cargo bike. Most rides in last two years, many of them short and succinct. Great bike.
  • Rawland Sogn-YES!- reddish-orangy one. 650b. Nice all-rounder. Looking forward to trying it out some more. As of now it's set up as my commuter/gravel bike.
  •  Rivendell QB- YES!- My one RBW. SS only, but fits me like a (large) glove.  I go through spats of riding it all the time and then letting it rest.
I see no need to get rid of any of these. They're paid for and in hand. It's close to Grant's magic 7, a number which I respect.

In flux:
  • SSFrankenTrek- It's worth $100 maybe, although I got a sweetheart deal on some wheels back in the day. Considering those maybe it's worth $200. Maybe I'll list it. Is it worth it to sell? SS. Good in rain, Beatable with no remorse at all. 
  • Surly Troll 16"- Selling the frame and starting over. Sold my LHT to finance the new toy and didn't like the loadability of the Troll. Need a true touring hauler. For me personally, Troll wasn't it. It's FOR SALE.
  • Bridgestone RB-1- A wall hanging piece. Nice stable ride but a racing frame with limited space and adjustability. Needs to go, although a nice memento of the '90s. Still a great bike. FOR SALE, although not listed nor prepared just yet.

  • Redline 26" SS Monocog. Teenager #1 has taken this over as his neighborhood bike. He thrashes it as it was meant.
  • Surly Crosscheck- prolly 2nd year model of  CC. Never quite comfy on it although periods of active use. I'm 5'7.5". Teenager #2 is currently 5'3". The CC fits him great, so sizing too small for me. It's not 100% ready to go for him, but can be in 30min. He'll have a used CC to run in the future.
  • C'dale 'Criterium' road bike- gave it to my uncle. He can keep it as long as he likes.
  • C'dale mtbike orange- for LHT $$
  • C'dale hybrid maroon- for LHT $$. Nice, lightweight commuter.
  • Bianchi found bike- ended up through food chain to Lithodale.
  • Bleriot
  • Rans Rocket
  • C'dale mtbike purple- stolen from garage. Ridden prolly 5 times with birth of first child.
  • C'dale mtbike turned commuter- black w/pink. Loved it. stolen from garage.
  • Trek400- sold to uncle-purchased back and turned into SS

Let it snow?

Date: Feb 11 Mon
Mileage: 17.5 (Trek400)
February mileage: 98
Year to date: 368

Ah, the fresh exhilaration of the cool, no, cold winter air! I made a ride today that I would never had done 3 years ago. All these MN blogs, much less Doug and Jill's amazing wintry feats, have inspired me to ride in conditions previously thought un-doable. This morning I rode alone with temps around 12F. I bundled up pretty well and felt comfy except for feet. I wore a stripped wool/plastic bag/thick wool sock combo that left me cold digits after 25min or so. Suddenly I realized that I had purchased miraculous 'lady slippers' not long ago, but forgot completely about them. Tomorrow, I will use them to full effect.

This afternoon may be bringing a 'snow event'. Mind you northerners among my readers that we haven't had a sleddable snow in 3 years. The younger L is now 8 and hasn't had a "real" sled in that time. Ridiculous. Here in the mid-south/mid-midwest we have many a "wintry mix". Today, though, they upgraded us from 1"-3"+rain to 4"-8" legit. It was sorta fun feeling my first flakes with a kilometer from home. Hopefully tomorrow will mean sledding for the boys, a snow ride for me, and no school for all.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Alabama Sky Day 3 Vistas

We began Day 3 with a basic breakfast at the restaurant, again better than camp cooking a salt bomb,and bundled up for a long descent in the cold (the same descent we partially covered the previous evening). Aside the cold, the bonus of the day was lots of sun and blue sky. Looks were looking good.


I LOVE this sign. If I had a better angle I would make it a profile pic. Pavement to Gravel. Great stuff. This is at the well-known Adams Gap, which denotes the gravel but also is a popular hiking trailhead. Or so I read.

Our 7-mile warm-up made for a pleasant early morning. The off-road Skyway began in earnest at Adams Gap. We found manicured gravel and occasional glimpses of humanity with a few nice country homes and seemingly some more lots being prepped. In some ways that ways strange because in our previous days we saw virtually no construction save the state park.

At mile 12 things got more interesting when we left the manicured gravel for some tough-and-tumble off-roading. This section of road reminded me very much of not-maintained roads in Daniel Boone NF in Kentucky. I liked it very much, although this section did open with a 1.5m climb. More climbing.

I wished I had stopped and better inspected this section. The rock here had a sparkle to it. Unfortunately I have virtually no knowledge of geology. Fun section though.

Some mighty fine adventure bikes in this pic. I'd say each owner is quite happy with the purchase and set-up.

A long technical (not singletrack, just chunky) downhill led us to the creek and then a short time later to our mid-ride stop at the church at Horn's Lake Rd. As previously noted on the AL Skyway route, this church has a spigot, a trash dumpster, and a nice porch for a quick rest. We took full advantage. Thank you, church at that corner whose name escapes me. From here we faced the second longest climb of our trip, up CR307/FR600-1, a 3-mile textured haul. Strangely, I got the best phone service of the trip at the start. As Pondero distanced on the climb, no shock there, I stopped to answer some texts, all while in a very sparsely area. Technology. Modernity.

And then we climbed. Strangely, midclimb I found Pondero talking to a guy in a big pickup truck. I figured Pondero had found an interested local. Instead he had run across the race organizer of the Skyway Epic, which ironically was to start on Friday night, the final day of our adventure. Where we had split the route into 4 pleasant (albeit hard) days, the mtb racers were going to do it all in one day. This year the race was introducing a 280-mile, self-supported race. Boggles the mind, really. The contrast of the race organizer enjoying the same roads as we tourers was fun. He base us adieu and we returned to our climbing.

After several miles of rollers along the ridgetop, we found a spectacular overlook into western AL. We contemplated stopping here for the night but decided it was too early. We ventured on. I really enjoyed this section of road along the ridge on the Skyway. The blue skies and mild temps helped.

Pondero looking very heroic. A man assessing the terrain. Discoverer.

Me gusta.

A slightly weird scene at the Horn Mt. firetower. This spot, yes, had a firetower, but also had remnants of a former rest area of some type. It had concrete picnic tables, shelters, and even remnants of a water fountain, all very tired. Strange.

After our visit to the Horn Mt. Fire tower, we started looking for our evening spot with a bit more interest. We were still in good time, but I for one, was ready for a bit of camp r & r. I passed (Pondero being up the road) a blocked-but-passable road to the right, one that maybe would provide some open area to set up camp. Not much further, though, I saw his bike perched up aside a tree, but no sight of Pondero. Shortly thereafter he camp traipsing up from the bush after having done a bit of recon. To his mind, he had found it, a camping spot at an overlook that also would give us a bit of cover from the road. I hiked down as well to survey and gave my seal of approval. It might have been a bit too close to the Pinhoti Trail considering etiquette- we were even greeted by a passing through backpacker- but we practiced no-trace camping as best we could.

I'm not sure the pics below reflect how cool this spot was, hovering over the valley with the entirety of western Alabama on our feet. We even had some rocks on which to perch our camp stoves. It was just all good. I took many pictures, most of which did a poor job showing the campsite. It was just one of those special moments that will live longer in the memory than in pixels. "Oh, that night atop the ridge overlooking the valley, hammocking under the stars." It was grand.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Alabama Skyway Day 2 The Climbing

Day 2 opened damp-ish, but no precipitation was falling as we left camp. We expected a 30-mile day with a finish at or around the Cheaha State Park.  Without surprise, our day began with a climb.

Uphill, with Pondero already extending.

I wanted to get a pick of the Pinhoti Trail symbol, which is the white one 3rd down. It's was a precursor to the construction of the AT, and I've heard well-marked in AL.
Oh, look! Another climb!!

The only reason I had the time to set up for a Pondero pic was that he waited for me at the top of a climb and I descend faster than he does due to intertia x mass or whatev the physics is. He looks pretty plumb here. Good for him.

I strangely like the juxtaposition of the fire tower, tree, and modern communications tower, so a strange melange of tech and nature. This is at the top of a fiercely long gravel climb. I didn't see Pondero for minutes and minutes.

We had a jolly time rolling along our 15 miles- no, I just checked and it was only 7.5 miles, Geez!- before we stopped off at the ranger station for a water-topping and rest. Thereafter we hit pavement along AL 281 for the remainder of our day, the Alabama Skyway. Of course the AS began with a mile-long climb. Climbing. Day 2. Yes. 281 presented us with about 10 miles of reasonable rollers before the climbing began anew, in this case up to a nice lookout at mile 17. The lookout vista was the first of what have named "The 3 Sisters",  or what could be the "3 Lizards" or "3 Hills". Suffice to say the first had a nice lookout, the second I don't really remember.

It was the 3rd "Sister" that proved my personal downfall. Pretty quickly I dismounted for what ended up being a challenging walk up % grades in the teens. While not as long as the previous two "sisters", #3 was a real pain. We found some lumpy stuff at the top before a bombing descent and the sign for the entrance to Cheaha SP. And its climb.

While the star of the show, the climb up to Cheaha wasn't that bad. Yes, 3 to 4 miles of climbing isn't fun, but it was paved and reasonable in gradient. You just chugged in a low gear. Yes, I did experience a little cramping in my left inner thigh; yes, that was new. But I chugged up to meet Pondero at the top. All was good.

At the top we studied plans and decided on reserving our campsite, setting up camp, and returning to the restaurant for a warm dinner instead of camp food. The young lady at the counter suggested that the camp was about "one mile down". I became alarmed, but somehow Pondero soothed my concerns. We would descend, set up camp, and return unburdened, and easy jaunt. So we descended. And descended. And descended. We made the necessary turn and descended. At some point stopped, no campground in sight and decided that this "one mile away" campground was WAY too deep in the boonies so we decided to ascend to the hotel/restaurant area to reassess. Pondero climbed ahead while I eventually stopped to eat some welcomes PB crackers. About a mile back up our climb, (which we measured at 2.2 miles and 700+ft of climbing), my right leg began to cramp, and thusly I enjoyed an additional mile of walking uphill.

Contrast, peoples, Contrast.

After a nice cleaning (in the hotel shower. We got a room. The extremely right decision with impending mid-30s temps), we partook of the restaurant and its large burgers. Later we enjoyed the Cheaha sunset, a trip highlight. What a day! 30 measly miles and 5K of climbing. I was at my limit and eventually met my limit on the restaurant return. It was all a bit much, but turned out to be beautiful day. Hard, but I already remember it fondly.

Pondero pondering.

FS Bridgestone RB-1-DONATED

*Donated to a young bike-hungry friend. Good luck!* And to acquaint yourself with the Cult of the RB-1: