Arguably there’s no such thing,
everything must evolve to stand any chance of survival and those, no matter how
“intelligent” who refuse to acknowledge and evolve will find themselves
obsolete. Change is difficult for us to accept, it challenges our sense of
certainty, presenting a new sense of vulnerabilities.
For many decades there prevailed
a myth through Dagenham (a town built around the Ford motor company) that
educational attainment was completely irrelevant since said motor giant would
always grant local people (comparatively) well-paid, semi/unskilled work on
their assembly line.
By 1995, according to schools
liaison officers the average Dagenham school leaver “Stood a cat’s chance in
hell” of being considered for the line’s most rudimentary jobs. Engineering has
continued to make a low key return here and in other regions of the UK but
levels of remuneration are incomparable with previous decades.
Those of a technical grade, with
“valuable” transferable skills will move sideways into other industries/roles,
those without face a decidedly uncertain future, forgotten by political
administrations-regardless of their ideological “convictions”.
Many people purport to understand
social media but until recently, I’d been an operator, as distinct from
mechanic. Rather akin to being stranded by the roadside with an elderly car
haemorrhaging litres of coolant, oil and similarly vital fluids, grappling with
the running gear is proving a steep but empowering and arguably essential
learning curve.
Suspension systems are another
perpetual evolution, though have never really fired the imaginations of road
riders or at least enjoyed sustained commercial success. Two decades back,
Steve Bauer’s Eddy Merrcx Paris Roubaix bike (sometimes sporting Rock Shox
front boingers) looked loosely contemporary, though hasn’t aged well-its
profile and seating position more reminiscent of Harley homage cruiser
motorcycles. Ditto Bianchi’s curious
celeste dual road sussers from 1996 that resemble bicycle shaped objects
flogged on petrol station forecourts.
Weight and added complication
have been the traditional lines of resistance. Carbon fibre and titanium has long been the zing of choice-justly so in
most contexts, though I must confess to a soft spot for Girvin’s Flexstem and
AMP research’s simple forks-both now rapidly gaining anorak status, having
vanished from production at least fifteen years ago with very modest spares
availability.
Seatposts have been another mixed
bag, from simple yet serviceable elastomer types slipping under £25 to ultra-smooth
units employing a heady mix of nitrogen gas cartridge and coil sprung
technology. Shorter travel designs have always nudged my consciousness for
rough-stuff touring, cyclo cross and tandem stoker applications with Cane Creek’s
Thudbuster proving one of the more enduring designs I’d not had the opportunity
to test until now….
For the uninitiated, there’s two
versions-LT (long Travel) aimed primarily at the enduro /cross country mountain
bike audiences whereas its’ ST (short travel) counterpart is for lighter trail/cross/tandem
stoker antics. Nudging 454g for the standard 350mm version, it’s offered in a
refreshingly comprehensive range of sizes.
Other diameters are accommodated
via a series of long shims. Back in the 1990s, several manufacturers of “trick”
sub 200g CNC machined exotica produced a single size, supplied with the corresponding
shims. Thing was, these were decidedly minimalist, often shallower than
penicillin tablets, resulting in seat tube stress fractures. Thus some very
prominent brands wouldn’t honour frame warrantees when paired to such.
Popular culture, though TV in
particular seems central in engendering an “us n’ them” vehicular tribalism,
which misses the point and isn’t remotely conducive to forming intelligent,
cohesive integrated transport systems.
Cycling plays a big part in Joshua’s
continued quest for greater autonomy, requiring carefully reasoned, rational
risk management. Knee jerk “cotton wool” protectionism is perhaps understandable
but disastrously counterproductive, hence why I instilled the basics of road
craft and an awareness of the increasingly maddening crowd who substitute skill
for varying levels of aggression during his formative tagalong tenure.
Instrumental in this slackening
of parental reins are his phone and this bar mounted waterproof Aquapac mobile phone bag. Some would advocate tracking apps and other surveillance but
to me, this is decidedly Orwellian and recognising he’s not easily distracted,
I’m happy knowing he will ride within his limits, can be contacted and
communicate with me should circumstances arise.
