I have no desire to fit a computer to my bike; it would probably give me way more information than I need.
If I were seriously training for competition it would be a different matter, but now a days I ride for two reasons only. Physical fitness and pleasure.
The two go hand in hand; the more physically fit I become, the more my riding pleasure. The more my riding pleasure, the more I ride, which leads to increased physical fitness.
It is not necessary that I know my exact speed and mileage. However, I have a regular seven-mile circuit that I ride on; it takes in quite residential streets and some yet to be developed areas of the city. As my fitness increases, the more laps of the circuit I complete.
When I was doing up to five laps there was no problem, but now I am doing 7, 8, or 9 laps it becomes difficult to keep track. So, I installed this simple counting device; five beads on my brake cable housing.
When I start my ride, I reset my computer by sliding all five beads to just above my brake lever. Each lap completed, I slide one bead to rest just above my front brake.
The circuit is in a rough “T” formation; there are three dead turns. Each turn is at the end of a stretch of divided highway, so I ride on the left as I approach the turn. That way I do not have to cut across traffic behind me when I turn.
There are also three speed bumps to negotiate, and eight stop signs. Because of all this stopping and starting, this circuit is not particularly fast.
However, I am not out to break any speed records, and it makes for some excellent interval training, which is really the best in terms of burning calories and achieving aerobic fitness.
My immediate goal is to reach ten laps, (70 miles.) and by the end of this year when the weather cools, a century. (15 laps, 105 miles.) I like it because I pass my home on every lap and I can make a pit stop whenever I need to; replenish water and get something to eat.
My low-tech computer never needs batteries, and is unaffected by moisture and vibration. Of course, it will only work on the old skool, non-aero brake levers with the exterior cables.
I have no desire to fit a computer to my bike; it would probably give me way more information than I need.
I have a little thing on my blog called Stat Counter; it tells me how many hits per day this blog gets and from what area they come from.
At the beginning of this year, I was getting about a 100 hits a day; now, six months later that has crept up to 200-250 hits a day on average.
When this suddenly doubled to 521 hits yesterday, I wondered why. It was due in part to a link posted on a British Forum; appropriately named Another Cycling Forum.
Like most of these forums, they cater to the younger generation, whose enthusiasm is only surpassed by their lack of knowledge. Lack of knowledge, that is, outside their own little world they live in.
These British kids were discussing the New Jersey Quick Release Ban; old news here but for whatever reason they thought it was worth discussing. Some of them thought my blog on the story was “Silly.”
What people in other parts of the world have to understand is that here in America we have politicians who constantly pass laws to protect us from ourselves.
Then we have lawyers who uphold those laws, when what we really need are laws to protect us from politicians and lawyers.
I’ll give you a hypothetical example. On the South Coast of England there are the famous White Cliffs of Dover. Chalk cliffs that a quite beautiful and rise several hundred feet above the English Channel.
You can walk along the top of these cliffs and on a clear day see the coast of France that is only some 25 miles away.
There are signs posted along the cliff top footpath, warning people not to go near the edge because the soft chalk may crumble and they could fall to their death.
If that were America the there would be a chain-link fence with barbed wire on top because someone thought that Americans were stupid enough to go to the edge to see if it really would crumble.
Such a fence would spoil the natural beauty of the cliffs, and ruin the view for everyone. But, of course if Dover were in the USA someone would eventually fall over the edge, and someone would sue the Town of Dover for their entire budget for the next twenty years, so it is cheaper to put up a fence.
So to these young British cyclists, yes I think quick release hubs are a good idea, but here in America it is “Cheaper to put up a fence,” like fitting solid axels and hex nuts to some bikes.
In particular, the ones sold at Costco or Wal-Mart, were the checker at the cash register will not show you how to adjust the quick release spindles, so your wheels won’t fall out.
Very tall men always stand out in a crowd, but then so too do very small men who reach greatness.
French rider Jean Robic was such a man; barely five foot tall one would have expected he would have been more suited to a career as a jockey, rather than a world class cyclist.
His small stature and obvious physical strength made him a formidable climber. On the decents his light weight was a definite disadvantage and he made up for this by taking chances and pushing his speed to the limit
He crashed often and it was probably because of this he always wore a padded leather helmet. Only track riders wore helmets back in those days, so it was unusual to see a professional road rider use one as a matter of course. This earned him the nick name of "Leather Head."
Robic won the 1947 Tour de France. This was the first Tour after WWII and his win was no doubt a huge morale booster for the French people. If Jean Robic was an unusual rider his win of the 1947 tour was no less unusual; he did so by winning on the very last stage without ever wearing the Yellow Jersey throughout the race.
Robic was not even in the running until the 15th mountain stage (Luchon - Pau ) when he took off on his own to win by 10 minutes over the second placed rider.
Early on the last stage Robic sprinted up a short climb to take a prime; or so he thought. He was not aware that there was a small break-away group ahead of him, and had he known he never would have sprinted.
This was not unusual back in 1947, there was little or no communication between riders and team support, in fact team support was minimal in those days. A rider could be in the middle of the peloton, and not know that a break had occurred.
Robic was joined by two other riders and because they thought they were leading, worked together, and rode hard, but when a rider dropped back from the leading group. They never caught the leading group, but because they had ridden hard all day chasing the leaders they took 13 minutes out of the peloton that included Pierre Brambilla in the Yellow Jersey who had remained back in the peloton. Jean Robic had won the Tour with the shortest overall time; Brambilla was relegated to third place.
Throughout the rest of the 1940s and into the 1950s Jean Robic held his own among other great riders of that time like Coppi, Kubler, Bobet, etc. In 1950 Robic won the first World Cyclo-cross Championship. (Left.)
He was one of my heroes when I started riding in the early 1950s. One of the most photographed riders of that era, I remember seeing so many close up shots of Robic, his face showing all the extreme pain and agony of the sport.
Other shots of him bleeding profusely from cuts to his face, elbows and knees after falling. He was depicted in cartoons riding heavily bandaged and with his arm in a sling.
I was a little surprised to find very few photos on the Internet, even on French sites. I am grateful to The Wool Jersey for the few great pictures I did find
The picture above shows Robic dealing with a flat tire in the 1948 Tour. As I said earlier team support was minimal and all riders carried a spare tubular, usually around their shoulders.
In the picture Robic has changed the tire, the punctured tubular lies in the road under his feet, as he struggles to replace the chain. Note the pump carried on his down tube, also he does not have quick release wheels but rather wing nuts on solid axels.
Also, take a look at his tiny bicycle frame. Judging by the way the top and down tubes merge together at the head tube, this frame is about 48 cm. and still his saddle is low by comparison
Another photo from the 1950s portraying his tiny stature is the one above with Swiss rider Hugo Koblet (Left.) and Robic (Center.) as they pose with World Middleweight Boxing Champ, Sugar Ray Robinson. (Right.)
Tragically Jean Robic died in a car crash in 1980; he was still at a relatively young age of 59.
A monument to this little giant stands on the Côte de Bonsecours, in France, and of course, it depicts him wearing his trademark leather helmet.
Update July 21, 07: (Picture left.)
From the 1953 Tour de France. Stage winner and Maillot Jaune on Stage 11. Robic riding for a regonal team, was viciously attacked by a jealous French National Team on Stage 12, and a crash victim on Stage 13.
Robic crashed heavily while descending the Col du Fauredon, hitting his head and suffering a concussion. He was unable to start and abandoned the race the next day.
Picture from The Wool Jersey. My thanks to Aldo Ross for all the WJ pictures.
Road cyclists as a group are under attack again. Recently there was the New Jersey Quick Release Ban, now there is a movement afoot to ban cycling shorts in Salt Lake City, Utah. A group calling themselves Citizens for Decent Public Attire, finds the skin tight cycling shorts worn by local cyclists, offensive.
The fears of this group are unfounded and the women of Utah are safe; I can assure them that there is nothing quick release about a pair of bib shorts.
After giving this issue much thought, it occurred to me that Batman and Robin, Superman and all the other super heroes of yesteryear wore tights and never had this problem. And they were on television in an era when censorship was far more strict than today.
For example, at that time, married couples could not be shown in the same bed together. Also remember, this was children's television and had the brim of the hat been even slightly visible, there would have been hell to pay.
So how did the Dynamic Duo get away with it? It was not that these actors were not well endowed; they didn't call Robin "The Boy Wonder" for nothing.
The answer was in discrete padding in their tights that made them appear Genitalia-less. Only the slightest hint of a bulge in the pubic area, just enough to distinguish Batman from Batwoman. The result, no one was offended.
The manufactures of cycling shorts should take note; the technology to make the penis as invisible as a stealth bomber on the radar screen was there in the 1950s, and can be used again today.
It appears that Performance Bicycle may already be using this concept. (See picture, right.)
I can imagine the potential for some catchy advertising like: "The Anti-bacterial padding in these shorts is cleverly placed for a low profile, less pretentious package."
Or: "Extreme comfort level for both the wearer and the casual observer."
It also occurred to me, and again, the idea sprang from television censorship. Today anything offensive we might see on TV is Pixilated; blurred out so we can't see the details.
Here is an idea; why not print the pixilation right on the shorts in the crotch area.
Any innocent bystander who might accidentally gaze in that direction, would see the pixilation, and being accustomed to seeing this on TV would be satisfied that the matter had been taken care of.
The pixilation should be extended from the crotch to the rear of the shorts, because when those white shorts get wet, we can see your butt crack.
I should start charging money for ideas like this, but I do it for the good of the sport of cycling.
The Vatican recently issued a set of Ten Commandments for motorists. I thought it appropriate that road cyclists have their own.
1. Pray as you cycle, but not with your hands together and your eyes closed.
2. Thou shall not run red lights, except when there is no one else around; it shall be as the tree falling silently in the forest.
3. When a motorist cuts you off, offer up the sign of the cross. One finger pointed towards Heaven will not suffice.
4. Thou shalt wave to thy fellow cyclist. If he should ignore you, offer your blessing, and not “Fuck you, moron.”
5. If three consecutive cyclists ignore your wave, you are exempt from the forth commandment.
6. If passed while climbing a steep hill by a Fred with a 30 inch granny gear, resist the urge to wish that his chain will jump over his plastic dork disc and rip every spoke from his rear wheel.
7. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s ass, nor his six-pack abs, or any other part of his body.
8. Before the sun sets on the Sabbath, thou shalt shave your legs.
9. The meek shall inherit the earth. Blingy equipment that is lighter than an anorexic butterfly, will not substitute for miles in your legs.
10. Thou shalt not lie. Thou shalt not go on Internet forums under a pseudonym and boast how you blew all your friends away on an 8,000-foot climb, when the biggest hill in your area is a bridge over the freeway.