Sunny Days, Soma Bars

The continued heatwave brought with it, a palpable spike of aggression, on the roads. It is of course, the peak of CHAV mating season, characterised by older Vauxhall Corsa and similar hatchbacks. 

Loud, badly fitted (back-firing) exhausts mandatory, to attract a mate. Presumably, this, coupled with the thumping base will induce the female’s rapid climax and validate the male’s masculinity.  

Those with more cash dress them in badly fitted body kits and spoilers. Insurance is another optional extra, since any unfortunate road user they hit, will be able to absorb the cost and any subsequent rehabilitation.

However, while an easily identifiable and somewhat predictable group, I’ve had several close encounters with others-in the saddle and behind the wheel, this past week, or so.  

It is tempting to suggest legislating against callousness and stupidity. However, compulsory driving assessments (not tests) may prove a more pragmatic solution.

However, to some extent, you can only teach those, who are willing to learn. If the UK’s systems of education, focused on attainment, rather than passing tests, maybe we’d see enlightenment.

On the flip side, this weather has provided ample opportunity to fettle and put miles on my fair-weather builds. My Holdsworth’s urban pursuit style bars, have been substituted for these 46cm Soma Highway1 drops. Made from 6061 T6 aluminium alloy, these are a compact design, which permit more time on the drops, and bring the brakes closer.

Other vital statistics include 75mm reach, 130mm drop… They’re also available in widths between 38 and 46cm and black, or silver finish. An obvious choice for riders with small hands. Less, for a rider, such as myself, with long, willowy digits. However, a deeper drop would’ve positioned me uncomfortably low, given the stem height and head tube length.

This also presented a few considerations, brake-lever wise and provided an opportune moment to replace the cable. I had pondered going the traditional drop and dummy lever route, thus giving me a cruising position.  Some older Tektro (Campag patterns) were holidaying in the spares drawer. A Dirty Harry BMX lever, mounted along the tops, was another option.

Ultimately, I plumped to keep the ACOR reverse action TT lever. Nice, smooth action, low weight, sleek looks. Upgrading to this Jagwire pro road cable https://www.sevendaycyclist.com/jagwire-pro-road-brake-kit has also brought stopping up a notch or two. Good thing too, judging by several heart in mouth, emergency stops, demanded during the first few miles, of our first outing.

A bare chested, breast-beating male, piloting a 2003 Corsa, being the main offender…

With the mercury cruising into 30 degrees, I’ve also been struggling to maintain 20mph and keep pace with the increasingly maddening four wheeled crowd.

The Gods were merciful. I got the miles in without further incident and found some, suitable photographic locations for Wednesday’s shoot. (I spent several days, the previous week, building a new, photographic website https://michael-stenning.format.com/#1 ) I digress.

Back to the Highway 1 bars and drops generally. These not only offer a lower crouch, for more spirited, faster descending but also alternative hand positions, than the otherwise venerable BBB. Thus far, the Soma seem reassuringly stiff. Even with my full weight, bearing down, on the drops.  

The finish is a mixed of polished and shot-peened. Now, the latter serves two purposes. Cynics will point out, that shot peening is a cheaper, less labour-intensive process than polishing. However, it also serves a structural purpose. Those tiny dimples are deployed to help counteract stress fractures, that would otherwise, lead to structural fatigue over time.     

These were dressed in some used, though solid, Guee silicone bar wrap, previously adorning my Univega’s moustache bars. I’d put these to one side, when some Lizard Skins DSP 2.5 bar wrap arrived, for testing. https://www.sevendaycyclist.com/lizard-skins-dsp

The Guee have a very different texture to the red Genetic silicone bar wrap (link). This provides superior purchase in wet/foul weather Despite the thinner density, I was still able to strike a decent balance between coverage, bulk and damping.

In amongst all this excitement, I also found myself in Skegness. One of those notorious places, I’d never been. Aside from the usual sea-side attractions and stag night shenanigans, a Sinclair C5 and very friendly pilot!

Now, the rains are back, presenting an ideal opportunity to see how these Vee Tire Co City Cruz cope, on waterlogged roads. https://www.facebook.com/Sevendaycyclistmagazine/videos/2030308033666784/

Retro Flavours & Reckless Behaviour

Been a turbulent week, tempered by superb model shoots and plenty of miles aboard my Holdsworth.  Yes, sunny days mean I err toward location, rather than studio based photography.

There are exceptions, obviously. I shot these with Sophia Louise Delancey at Juice photography studio, in Alresford recently. https://en-gb.facebook.com/Juice-Photographic-Studio-1736661156638282/  She’s very versatile, an accomplished singer and actress, too. https://purpleport.com/portfolio/sophialouisedelancey/

Retro arrived in the form of these Passport Cycling mitts with crochet backs. An iconic, some might say, timeless design. Ours are the black white and tan, which for me, is preferable to the white/blue/red.

There’s also a blue/tan version with white detailing, should you prefer. Genuine hides divide opinion. I respect the views of strict vegetarians, who prefer Amara palms, with gel padding but, when properly cared for (left to dry naturally and fed, periodically, with leather conditioner) they offer tremendous comfort and develop a very unique, personalised patina.

There’s a long way to go before (I’ve only just crossed the 125mile marker) I reach any conclusions but the padding seems generous and the hide supple. Like anything else, price is a good indicator of quality but I’ve had others of similar price-point, which have lasted many thousands of miles.

However, despite the care described, the hide eventually sagged and even curled up at the fingers, amplifying fatigue and other discomfort. My first pair, bought for me in March 1987 were branded Caratti, had grey palms and cost £6.99.

This was back in the days, when I was lusting after an Au pair’s stepfather’s Stablinski with chrome forks and complete Shimano 600 groupset. Barry Hoban branded Coventry Eagle, with their fluted seatposts and pencil thin 531c tubesets, were another infamous distraction. Particularly during science and geography lessons. Ironically, human geography held my attention fractionally longer. 

Those cotton, crochet backs also have a tendency to become, and remain wet, whereas Lycra backed designs, with synthetic palms tend to dry pretty quickly, following a stiff breeze. Continuing to ride this retro wave, I’ve been doing the odd bit of component daydreaming for project gravel.

Now, I was thinking that one inch threaded headsets (Of any quality, at least) were pretty much extinct. However, it seems Soma Fabrications still produce some (albeit, made under licence, by Tange). http://www.interlocracing.com/headsets/roller-drive-threaded-headset

Depending on the stack height, (i.e. whether it’s compatible, with the existing setup) I may go the double roller bearing route.

Gearing Fixed

 

Well after some deliberation and a quick wander round the web, I sourced this 20tooth fixed sprocket and a new Sram PC1 chain. Functional, rather than exotic but crucially; the right size and at the right price! Chances are I’ll save this for the big sprocket and the stockier KMC for day to day stuff.  

Magic links, which enable easy, tool-free chain fitment/removal for cleaning are pretty standard these days. Though their appeal isn’t difficult to grasp, especially for pro mechanics needing to strip and prep a fleet of bikes after each race, even with derailleur set-ups, I consider these a weak spot, so default to the traditional and in my view, more reliable pin.

The PC1 is a nickel-plated single speed, rather than a half-link track-specific model, so in some respects and bikes with a single speed freewheel, I can see the reasoning but it’s still not for me!  

Fixed sprockets by definition tend to get wound on extremely tight. I opt for a lock-ring just in case but for the most part, unless I’ve been doing a lot of transmission braking (i.e. holding off against the cranks to regulate speed, say in slow moving traffic, or to prevent a face plant slippery roads etc).

However, their simplicity means they also tend to get forgotten-doused in wet, gritty stuff for months and potentially, years on end…  

Applying a layer of decent quality grease to the hub threads should be a no-brainer. Even then, wrestling them free can require a surprising amount of effort and the Ilpompino’s left hand EAI Superstar sprocket was no exception. To my surprise, the lock-ring came away quietly, with a deft nudge my Pedros’ Trixie.

However, it took the combined efforts of a carefully directed blast of penetrant spray, Pedro’s vice whips and some primal grunting before the sprocket would budge. Thankfully, grazed knuckles and agricultural language were conspicuously absent.

A carpet of blue Corrosion Block grease was applied to the hub threads and the big, black sprocket spun home. Since I was giving said bike a quick onceover, I took the opportunity of exchanging the titanium bottle cage for the Fidlock system and reinstating a “winged” carbon composite to the Univega’s seat tube boss.

Though pocket tools are a convenient and therefore, tempting default, I’ve been sticking religiously to the Fix-It sticks T-way wrench http://fixitsticks.com/t-way

for generic workshop fettling, primarily to hunt out any limitations in their design. I have one minor “room for improvement” box ticked but generally speaking, I‘ve been impressed by the quality of construction and standards of engineering.

A full review coming soon to Seven Day Cyclist www.Sevendaycyclist.com . This week, we’ve a photo love-story two-tone powder coat makeover piece and long term review of its performance almost two years, four seasons’ service later. https://www.sevendaycyclist.com/two-tone-frame-makeover Steve Dyster has been riding his similarly faithful touring Lorry round the Radnor ring https://www.sevendaycyclist.com/riding-the-radnor-ring.    

Here in the UK, Police forces are starting to roll out “Close Pass initiatives” designed to target poor overtaking of cyclists by drivers. 1.5 metres is the magic number space wise. These initiatives involve incognito officers riding along some of the busiest sections of road.

In the event of sloppy, or downright dangerous pass, they communicate the vehicle details to motorised colleagues further along. These officers can then intercept and dispense advice and guidance on appropriate overtaking.

Many riders, myself included can cite close encounter on a seemingly daily basis. Some are more noteworthy and unnerving than others. Last Thursday, an elderly Lexus passed me along a long, clear stretch of road with inches to spare-close enough that I could tap the door skins with my finger-nails. 

This week, I almost became an ornament on the bonnet of a black Peugeot estate. The driver ignored my right of way and ploughed on regardless. I also noticed a young woman passing me erratically. When I glanced over, she appeared to be angling her smartphone directly at her crotch. Another posed for a selfie at every junction. Hopefully neither is going to become a trend.

Right; I’ll close with some more creative birthday decorations from Dolly Blue Blue.     

 

Forking Hell!!!

Having discovered (despite much fanfare on their part) the international supplier wouldn’t ship a carbon composite fork to these shores, a friendly chat with Upgrade bikes (www.upgradebikes.co.uk) secured this much nicer Kinesis model for the same money. No danger of it being obliterated by the baggage destroyers; confiscated by customs or yours truly getting clobbered for import tax and other hidden duties later along the line.

Those with a more traditional pattern are getting progressively rarer as integrated becomes virtually standard. I’m pleasantly indifferent to the humble star fangled nut, so have opted for a CNC machined expandable wedge, more commonly associated with carbon steerers instead.

With discs mainstream and increasingly ubiquitous in road circles, bolt through axles are following close behind. Rigidity is the main draw, although there’s a quiet hush (reminiscent of the dual between VHS and Betamax) as we wait to see which pattern/variant becomes industry standard. I certainly wouldn’t bet on which way the pendulum will swing but rumour suggests big S are working on something….

Rory and I also discussed the latest and extremely appealing Tripster ACE, which is a complete build. Traditionally, Kinesis have been a frameset brand marketed at experienced riders who like to brew their own a’la cart machines, whether this be upgrading a tired frameset on their commu/trainer/workhorse and using the existing components, or something more prosaic.  

Priced squarely at the Cycle to work scheme market, we’ll be putting one through its paces at Seven Day Cyclist, along with some tasty looking TRP products in the very near future. 

Talking of Big S, wheel choice has also deviated from the original script in favour of their imaginatively monikered WHFX05 hoops, which are a 28hole road/cross variant seemingly perfect for this application and bring the total cost to a reasonable £180.

However, this precludes the Avid disc, so I’ve acquired a 160mm SLX unit and hope the Avid calliper will prove compatible. Much of this will be recouped from the sale of the older ITM forks and some other unwanted components, freeing up space and capital for other, unrelated projects that are beginning, finally to take shape.

Cables are another consideration-generally speaking I’ve erred towards mid to upper end Teflon coated stainless steel fare and always keep several in stock for convenience. However, having decided on a cable operated disc, I want the very best I can get from it. I’ve always liked Jagwire cablesets, so jumped at the invitation from Moore Large (www.todayscyclist.co.uk) to test their compression-less, road elite set.

Compression-less has been around for donkey’s-well, three decades to be precise. However, the forces placed upon a gear cable are incomparable with those involved in stopping. Some brave souls experimenting with compression-less cabling soon discovered this fade free nirvana was shorter lived than Icarus’s wings.

Thankfully, manufacturers cottoned on and most seem really impressive-regardless whether disc, dual pivot, cantilever, or linear pull (V brake). Decent quality cutters are a must in any context but absolutely imperative on these relatively tough Kevlar housings.

Tempting though it is to use an existing cable as a quick reference template, compression-less housings are stiffer and require a more gradual bend, so offer up, leave some extra length-then, snip. Unless of course; you’ve money to burn.

Recent close-encounters on two wheels (and in four) have served only to intensify my already palpable contempt for poor road craft. Popular belief suggests the possession of a licence means competent to operate a vehicle with care and consideration.

However, this doesn’t take into account a pronounced culture of contempt and entitlement, which seems to remove any accountability. On the phone, texting, applying foundation, bit of blusher, reading magazines all seems perfectly reasonable activity when operating a ton plus of steel.

Perhaps there’s something particular about Thursday evenings but I’ve had two breathtakingly close encounters recently. Ironically, on both occasions, I’d left home without the Geonaute; otherwise the footage from both incidents would’ve been broadcast here, possibly via Youtube.

I’ve also acquired this resin camera mount for a quid. Build quality is vastly superior to a very similar looking big brand model costing considerably more. It’s actually designed for motorcycles, so I had hoped it would be offer a vice like, rock steady grip-no invasive vibration, slippage or camera shake. Indeed, it does and aside from the satisfaction, DIY versions almost become uneconomic.     

Poor spatial perception is no excuse for passing me, or anyone else within millimetres, regardless of the vehicle being operated. Back in the late 1990s, a heavily pregnant woman in charge of two small children strayed into my path without so much as glancing in my direction.

I happened to be riding an Indian built, single disc braked Enfield Bullet and travelling at 28mph-any faster and wouldn’t stood a cat’s chance in hell of stopping. Thankfully I did and its academic but it’s not difficult to imagine the anti-motorcyclist headlines emblazoned across the front pages of the local press, without once acknowledging the inconvenient truth.

I have another issue with the term “road rage”. Giving this set of uncontrolled and generally violent behaviours a label almost affords legitimacy-absolving people of responsibility for their own. Men in particular are encouraged to believe “losing it” is desirable and moreover, constructive…

Entitlement

People’s sense of entitlement, the automatic right to things by default never ceases to amaze me- none more so, than on the public highway. For many years now there’s been an overwhelming notion that driving a car is a right as distinct from privilege and moreover one that substitutes skill and empathy with elephantine ignorance. 

Just the other day I was piloting the Ka along a heavily trafficked section of provincial town and behind an elderly man on his bicycle. Unable to pass safely without endangering he, I or indeed oncoming traffic, this slightly serene procession was rudely interrupted by the high pitched, impatient sounding of the horn emanating from a middle aged woman sporting ridiculously oversized sunglasses, clearly too beautiful to be inconvenienced.

 It’s the sort of myopia oft lamented by journalist, campaigner and author of several best selling cycling books. I am of course referring to Richard Ballantine; a tremendously   influential figure who sadly lost his battle with cancer on May 29^th aged 72. Aside from an authoritative, captivating written style, he also supported me in my formative, teenage steps towards a career in journalism proper, so news of his death proved particularly sad.

He could polarise opinion, some regarding his stance toward rogue drivers as being a little over the top but while at an academic level there might’ve been some pop psychology at play now and then, his observations proved frighteningly accurate nonetheless.

I988 saw the arrival of Richard’s New Bicycle Book, in which he remarks (p240)  “ Often when cyclists signal a turn at night, their arm is lifted above the range of dipped car headlights and absorbed by the general ink of night. The signal is literally invisible” a sentiment clearly shared by Scute design who have sent me these mitts with inbuilt LEDs, switch gear and rechargeable li-on cell.

“Safety” tagging aside, their quality of construction and padding density seem remarkably good for long, steadily three seasons miles, ruling out the dreaded tingling, the extensive terry thumb wipe located for intuitive, split second taming of runny noses.

However, I’ve ideological reservations concerning this sort of technology since it implies, to me at least, that cyclists are somehow problems who need singling out. Mass rides aimed at capturing Jo and Joanna public always depict participants wearing hi-viz jackets. Again, I’m often seen wearing day-glow on overcast winter days but suggestion that we are somehow “asking for it” sans said attire seems to absolve bad, or woefully incompetent drivers from a duty of care in the same fashion “biological urges” are often cited by defence barristers in cases of rape/sexual assault.

Focusing upon my test bench, there’s been another wealth of interesting kit arriving for my attention. First up come these beautiful leather goodies courtesy of Spa cycles in Harrogate www.spacycles.co.uk. Constructed from ultra supple, high quality cowhide and half the price of established marques, their handlebar wrap comes in three classic colours-black brown or this luxurious honey.

Seamless construction won’t detract from the aesthetic, is stronger and moreover more comfortable than stitched varieties-especially in liner type gloves. Sources suggested rolls weren’t overly generous but in practice this only seems applicable when dressing oversized flared varieties. Coverage wasn’t an issue with these 25.4 midge, enabling double ups for additional cushioning in selected areas.

Talking of which, while very tenacious, the adhesive has proven very forgiving of perfectionist un/windings, so cable replacement/ introduction of cyclo cross style interrupter levers is unlikely to present any problems-especially if sealed in situ with quality electrical tape.  Early impressions suggest six weekly rub overs with a lint free cloth dipped in proofide/similar preserve will, all things being equal, retain its youthful lustre.

As for the clips, well these are fashioned from mirror polished stainless steel dressed in cowhide toe boxes protecting smart street shoes on short commutes and affording additional refinement on longer outings. Dual layer straps are refreshingly maulable, snaking effortlessly through Campagnolo record pattern cages, although the chromium plated buckles benefited from a quick shot of PTFE based spray sparing blushes when track standing isn’t practical.  Joshua remains inquisitive about racing, so we’ve been planning a new build and explored genres in more detail.

Seemingly mean and rueful of derailleur gears, we reckon the next built will be based around a small 4130 or 6061 mountain bike frameset with sliding dropouts, rigid fork and 135mm spacing, thus enabling relatively easy transition from single speed to variable gearing, whether hub or indeed derailleur as appropriate. Talking of which, harsh winter and lots of miles sees the Univega cruising another chain/cassette into retirement.

Still plenty of mid range options out there, so it’ll be a while before I contemplate adding another sprocket. Temptation travels back and forth between Titanium and similarly exotic fork options but I’m not overly fussed and moreover, there’s nothing wrong with the triple butted Cro-moly offering, especially since while pretty, said beast remains a working bike with emphasis upon reliability. 

Graveyard Shift

Unseasonably low temperatures and weather fronts failed to relent through March and into April, so its been winter tights, booties, gloves, buffs and base layers as I’ve reclaimed the night. Sweeping through abandoned lanes between midnight and 2am unleashes a new dimension in riding pleasure and a genuinely better sense of perspective on life. Keyboard duties recommence at 9am until early evening whereupon a few TV/social breaks prove welcome.

Thus far, it’s done wonders for my mood and productivity. I’ve always found darkness the best time for evaluating bikes and equipment since it neutralises prejudice as we are guided by our senses. Riding blind, oblivious to whether a brifter is top flight or entry level gives a far more objective assessment of real world performance- I’ve often been surprised by how well budget components perform, even under some decidedly harsh contexts. Lower end derailleurs are a good choice for winter/daily drivers. First and foremost, they're relatively inexpensive to replace in the event of a bad spill and secondly, help disguise a bike's true worth from speculative thieves. 

Horsham based Atomic 22 sent me their revised tribe system, which are a set of sophisticated locking fasteners employing a unique key and can be “grown” to protect every component –including seat bolts, dropout hangers, bottle screws, quill stems and solid axles too. Precision made from aircraft grade titanium/stainless steel, they resist all the common forms of attack and go a long way to deterring the sort of crime where bikes are stolen, broken for spares and sold on through ebay/craigslist/gumtree etc. However, this doesn’t absolve the need for intelligent deployment of stout locks, location and street furniture.  

Took a drive down to Justin Burls the other week for a weapon’s inspection-for the benefit of global authorities, we’re talking titanium and beautifully brazed steel bicycle frames, not surface to air missiles or similar warheads. He’s been designing titanium frames with Torus bicycles and was keen to show me some new enamel badges and similarly exciting arrivals. www.burls.co.uk www.torusbicycles.co.uk/    

Testament to these exacting standards is “Old Faithful”; his first bespoke frameset dressed in the classic winter attire-old groupsets, Salmon Profil mudguards and smatterings of road salt. Those Rosso red two-pac painted Columbus tubes still ooze a quiet, timeless seductive refinement some fifteen years or so on. 

Cold doesn’t bother me per se, although I’m looking forward to some milder weather in order I can put these Revolution “tack” three quarter length baggies through their paces without donning extra long socks as a matter of absolute necessity. Statistically 3am is reckoned to be the most dangerous time to be navigating the road network, irrespective of vehicle (I’m usually cocooned in my duvet, cruising through the land of nod at this point in proceedings) but that aside, the standards of road craft demonstrated by some is terrifying, more so, the sense of bad driving being  a rite of passage and perfectly acceptable.

BBC three’s “Barely Legal Drivers” followed three sets of late teen/early twenty- something drivers who’s elephantine arrogance/ignorance goes a long way to explaining why insurance premiums are so high and accidents increasingly fatal. However, I was more gob smacked by  parental attitudes, which were largely accepting/condoning of excessive speeding, drunk/ hands-free driving (Oh bless, they’re clapping in time with the music). 

Seemingly desperate to reward their undisciplined offspring regardless, I strongly suspect said parents would blame a cyclist/motorcyclist or indeed another driver for being on the road in the event of a collision “S/he’s not at fault- you only have yourself to blame”.

Conscious of this drifting toward a tirade, my feeling is that we must all strive to continuously improve our road craft, irrespective whether we happen to be piloting a 15lb bicycle or fifteen tonne arctic.