Some more photos of the man himself from our Washington Tour, which we have yet to fully sort through and put up a good writeup. Maybe the ProjC blog can help. Glad to have you around, Project-C.
Showing posts with label long distance touring on a keirin bike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label long distance touring on a keirin bike. Show all posts
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Projekt-C is Go.
Much shit has been flung. Many nights of blind drinking. A few lost bikes. Camaraderie. There are a lot of stories to tell, though we can only get to so many. I'm happy to announce that Camilo has finally put his parody blog live.
Some more photos of the man himself from our Washington Tour, which we have yet to fully sort through and put up a good writeup. Maybe the ProjC blog can help. Glad to have you around, Project-C.
Some more photos of the man himself from our Washington Tour, which we have yet to fully sort through and put up a good writeup. Maybe the ProjC blog can help. Glad to have you around, Project-C.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Cause I'm talkin' about the road
I have found the FGG of touring bikes, with much stricter restrictions and therefore a higher average quality ratio:
Have a look at the regulations and see if you've got anything that fits. Unfortunately, it looks like "fully loaded trailers on fixed gear bikes" doesn't qualify.
Fully Loaded Touring Bicycles - On Tour
Nick B, do you desire a tie and solder job?
Have a look at the regulations and see if you've got anything that fits. Unfortunately, it looks like "fully loaded trailers on fixed gear bikes" doesn't qualify.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
The Way Way Back Machine
One year ago, on April 4, 2007, I rode my KHS with Nitto B123s up Mount Seymour - 1000 metres of elevation - with local fixed-gear climbers Andrew and Rich. I used my normal street "short" gear of 42/16 gear; that's about 71 gear inches for those who care.
Andrew on his Marinoni conversion, Rich on his Cramerotti track bike, both running reasonable gears in the mid-60s. And brakes. Yes, I was doing it dumber, and these guys could kick my ass at climbing. That wasn't really the point.
Louise joined us on her Devinci, keeping it in the middle ring the whole way up in the spirit of the fixed climb. When we made it to the top, I didn't feel all that bad, but had much respect for Andrew and Rich.
The ride down was another story altogether. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life, and I say that a year later. Mount Seymour Road is steep enough that even if you wanted to resist the pedals all the way down, you couldn't do it on a 71" gear.
Hard braking with legs for the 12km descent. It was a case of resist until your legs can't take it any more, spin up to terminal velocity as determined by said jello legs, and then lock in to a skid at 50km/h. Over, and over, and over.
150rpm. Skid. Half rotation. Skid. 100rpm. Resist. Resist. Resist. 150rpm. Over, and over, and over. Team Mountain Goat followed behind to watch the spectacle that was my brand new Soma Everwear being smoked and squared.
There you go. One year ago, I did it dumber. Climbing a vertical kilometre on track bars, and coming back down without brakes. I wouldn't recommend it.
The snow-capped peak between the towers is the destination, Mount Seymour.
About half way up. You can see the Burnaby Velodrome bubble way down there across Burrard Inlet.
Morgan, Andrew, Louise, and Rich.
Parking lot elevation: 1020m.
Andrew on his Marinoni conversion, Rich on his Cramerotti track bike, both running reasonable gears in the mid-60s. And brakes. Yes, I was doing it dumber, and these guys could kick my ass at climbing. That wasn't really the point.
Louise joined us on her Devinci, keeping it in the middle ring the whole way up in the spirit of the fixed climb. When we made it to the top, I didn't feel all that bad, but had much respect for Andrew and Rich.
The ride down was another story altogether. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life, and I say that a year later. Mount Seymour Road is steep enough that even if you wanted to resist the pedals all the way down, you couldn't do it on a 71" gear.
Hard braking with legs for the 12km descent. It was a case of resist until your legs can't take it any more, spin up to terminal velocity as determined by said jello legs, and then lock in to a skid at 50km/h. Over, and over, and over.
150rpm. Skid. Half rotation. Skid. 100rpm. Resist. Resist. Resist. 150rpm. Over, and over, and over. Team Mountain Goat followed behind to watch the spectacle that was my brand new Soma Everwear being smoked and squared.
There you go. One year ago, I did it dumber. Climbing a vertical kilometre on track bars, and coming back down without brakes. I wouldn't recommend it.
The snow-capped peak between the towers is the destination, Mount Seymour.
About half way up. You can see the Burnaby Velodrome bubble way down there across Burrard Inlet.
Morgan, Andrew, Louise, and Rich.
Parking lot elevation: 1020m.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Run for the Border
Last night when I got home from dinner at Tom's around 10pm, I felt bad about bailing on Camilo's race. I thought about this a bit, and if I had done it, I probably still would have been riding around at that time, and wouldn't have eaten.
This morning I felt haggard as I rode in. I had sweet fuck all for leg strength, and yesterday was only a 40km day. Now's probably the time to look into sports nutrition. There's probably something my body is lacking. .. besides rest.
Hope you have a good safe trip to Mexico Camilo.
I will be reposting any updates you give us on here.
This morning I felt haggard as I rode in. I had sweet fuck all for leg strength, and yesterday was only a 40km day. Now's probably the time to look into sports nutrition. There's probably something my body is lacking. .. besides rest.
Hope you have a good safe trip to Mexico Camilo.
I will be reposting any updates you give us on here.
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