Fourteen mph... The Photographer's choice

The past few weeks riding suggest the Holdsworth’s structural integrity is very much in tact, although I shall continue to keep a discrete eye on the bottom bracket shell. However, Paul Vincent’s confident he can perform the op without too much disruption- simplicity of repair remains the greatest single advantage of traditional lugged and brazed framesets. He’s also happy to add the bottle mounts and even perform frame end surgery on the Univega too-although this will only occur when the spectre of tatty enamel comes calling. This reconfiguration is the best use of time, money and indeed storage space! Nonetheless, it doesn’t explain my sudden renewed interest in a Kona Paddy wagon. I’ve always liked the brand since the late eighties Lava Domes and Cinder Cones that remain timeless classics well-suited to the wet, soggy British climate. I had a brief flirtation with said road fixer, having reviewed the early model for a publication some three and a half years back. However, finances and storage space prohibited purchase.
A few hundred miles on and the Dhb Southsea jacket has proven its worth, resisting storms, showers and pretty much anything else our peculiar weather system chose to bestow. Being polyester and with waterproofing taking priority over breathability, the inner climate isn’t quite as comfortable as more sophisticated fabrics. Rest assured, we’re not talking mobile saunas here-it just feels a little clammy with sustained efforts in temperatures exceeding the mid teens. Nonetheless, it’s beautifully stylish, practical and represents fantastic value for money.
Continuing the theme of Lycra shy performance cycling garb are these Altura Summit ¾ length baggies. Falling just below the knee and aimed primarily at the mountain bike fraternity, they’ve a host of features useful for general riding, touring and commuting. The past few outings suggest the material is extremely hard wearing, yet very light at 280g and plenty of ventilation promises additional comfort-albeit with greater air resistance relative to road specific cuts. As usual, we’ll continue racking up the miles before reaching any hard and fast conclusions. Our first outing was something of a ride on the wilder side, comprising of secluded lanes and abandoned buildings-hence these from the saddle shots. Retro reflections coupled with some rummaging in the spares bin unearthed this old favourite- the mighty Selle Italia Turbo. This one’s seen a fair bit of service and differs from the latest re-releases in so much as the cover is genuine leather hide. Having turned saddle swapping into something of a spectator sport, I’ve returned to the design classic made popular by five times Tour De France winner, Bernard Hinault.

Firm padding and sensible width more than compensate for the additional eighty grams or so weight penalty and heralding from the same era means it compliments the nineteen-year-old frameset perfectly. There is of course one perch that might lure me away and that’s this Selle SMP offering spotted here on the Ilpompino. It might look extreme; indeed some might say a metaphor for impotence but the pressure relieving cutaway is second to none and the gateway to day long armchair comfort. Half term holidays saw Joshua and I take advantage of the warmer weather with a few longer rides on the tag-along. Long and children in the same sentence are relative but we’re talking fifteen or so miles with periodic rest stops. Aside from the Univega’s front brake gumming up and thus providing some additional resistance training (easily cured with a squirt or two of WD40 on the cables and pivot points) everything was memorable for the right reasons.
In an era when children are, by and large becoming less active for a host of reasons both social and to some extent, technological, I am trying to instill a sense of wonderment, possibility and adventure in him and to this end, heavy (especially on the climbs) the tag-along might be but it’s nonetheless a gateway to shared experiences and riding pleasure. Around the time of the Paddy Wagon, he and I were smitten with Surly’s Steamroller and had considered buying one with a flip/flop hub precisely for these duties. However, the exchange rate and import taxes put me off-IRO had a couple of machines in their range (Rob Roy and 1x1 characterised by strong brakes and sensible four season's gemoetry) during this era that also fueled my imagination. I might still partake in the IRO frameset, should one come under my radar at the right price. Ordinarily, I’d be the first to remonstrate at the very suggestion of using a fixed as a trailer tug beyond the pancake flat metropolis. However, the Steamroller is made from plain gauge Cro-moly. Sure, this doesn’t make for the most electrifying ride but offers enormous lateral stiffness, meaning it will hold its line perfectly even given the additional stresses placed by child/trailers and/or tag-alongs. More often than not, 14mph is a nice speed-fast enough to keep a sense of momentum/purpose, yet sufficiently sedate to engage with and discuss the sights, smells and world around us. As further enticement away from the lure of hand-held games consoles, a spot of compact camera upgrading saw him the proud owner of a J100. Point and shoot but with some basic manual settings and a decent optical zoom, rechargeable Li-on battery etc it should grow with his burgeoning photographic prowess. Competence with his solo fluctuates- largely dependent upon his mood and pattern of concentration at the time and while generally encouraging, I am still convinced a balance bike would break the sudden streak of uncertainty. Perhaps this new helmet and those Odi grips will spur him onwards. As for me, well Lush, a chain of handmade cosmetics retailers have put together this tub of cyclist specific goodies and to poach an expression from a huge beauty multi national “I’m worth it”.

It Just Burst!

My puncture plague continues to the tune of three in one day-spread evenly across the Holdsworth, Teenage Dream and the Univega. The latter was traced to a dodgy valve and there’s obviously a rim-tape or similar issue with the Holdsworth as the Halo Courier rubber is pretty much bullet proof in every respect. This leads me conveniently to the Teenage dream (a spare folding tyre now nestles quietly beside the spare tube in the seat pack). Reliving the summer of ’91, we were bowling along the back roads, carving into corners and generally revelling in the bike’s handling prowess. Sweeping over the bridge and into another bend, our roller-coaster of reminiscence was obliterated by a deafening bang- the tyre roaring from the rim. Two seconds passed before I’d fully comprehended what had taken place. Man and beloved machine remained firmly upright, the spare tube saved the day but the exact cause remains a mystery. Thankfully the supple Vittoria have moulded to shape over the past couple of months, so consequently much simpler to reinstate. Similarly, the very fetching Zefal midi pump breezed 90psi effortlessly inside when the chips were down. Ordinarily, I’d exceed a hundred but we were five miles from Stenninggrad and eager to finish our twenty-mile circuit on a high note. Up on the work stand, I noted a very modest nick in the sidewall-promptly treated to a precautionary lick of superglue. So to happier things. Joshua’s confidence aboard his solo took a giant leap recently when, after a rocky start, he managed to ride unaided at a reasonable pace. Ironically enough the breakthrough was realised in the throws of frustration and self-pity. Unbeknown to him, I’d relinquished my grip of the bars and he was perfectly poised as we continued along the deserted farm track. After an hour’s sustained practice he’s more or less there but the OEM grips are a little fierce on his palms so I’ve ordered some dual density Odi to encourage this newly developed confidence-green might not be textbook coordination with his bike’s black and silver livery but frankly, it’s a little personal touch and moreover, his choice. With pedalling very much on the agenda, the arrival of these MKS Prime Sylvan track has resulted in a swap around. They’re deluxe versions of the Sylvan quietly popular among traditional tourists but increasingly embraced by the uber chic urban fixer/singlespeed fraternity. Prime basically denotes polished internals and better weather seals but slightly arthritic bearings. These benefit enormously from a strip and liberal coating of marine grease. Basically Campagnolo Pista copies, access is via the dust cap using either the dedicated MKS pattern (or Campagnolo) tool.

Undo this and flood with grease-complete dismantling isn’t called for unless you’ve run them through a harsh winter. If all this seems too much hassle, the bearings become smoother of their own accord given a hundred miles or so in any case and the seals keep the nasties out. There’s a choice of three anodised cage colours but the tasteful electric blue blends perfectly with the Holdsworth’s. Mine are topped off with NJS approved mirror polished stainless clips with leather scuff protectors and tan straps for that period feel. Elsewhere, this state of euphoria sees the Univega wearing the magnesium BBB until such time I can decide whether to revert to the SPD (arguably the most practical/sensible option), the Genetic track type or indeed the dual sided commu-tours. The latter are the most obvious choice in many regards-aside from limited cornering prowess…

Returning to chic once more in the form of this jacket from Dhb, a justly popular UK clothing brand that delivers excellent specifications for the money and their Southsea jacket continues this tradition, following others into a practical, stylish genre of technical clothing combining cycling specific performance with sharp styling off the bike. It's the sort of clothing you can wear in a business or social context without feeling remotely out of place-dare I say conspicuous in more civilian settings. Like most of this ilk, it’s made from very sophisticated waterproof polyester with tapered seams, pockets, zip/press-stud (popper) closures and a brushed outer layer. Unlike most, it gives change from £70! At the time of typing, the wow factor hasn’t subsided, nor sufficient miles accumulated to pass comment of any validity but I’ll be back in a few weeks and five hundred miles or so. Elsewhere, this gizmo measuring 4.5cms long and made from a choice of brass/anodised aluminium, the aptly named bullet is an adaptor designed to ride on a key/bag fob ready to convert a presta valve to Schrader. The self- righteous amongst us will crow about never leaving home without their mini or frame-fit inflators and in some cases a CO2 cartridge for good measure. However, it’s a godsend should you flat, slip in the spare tube only to flashback, remembering the pump’s holidaying on the kitchen table. Needless to say mine sits pride of place and ready for action beside the bottle opener. Washing and polishing the Holdsworth has revealed a potential crack around the bottom bracket shell- could be something and nothing so rather than developing paranoia, I’ll make a few enquiries/obtain a few quotes for brazing in a new bottom bracket shell. Obviously we’re talking in terms of a re-spray too and this will be just the moment for some bottle mounts… Preliminary figures are around £60 for installing a new shell, £10 for bottle bosses and from there we need to go the blast and paint route so around £130 all told- half the price of a new replica frameset and considerably less than a bespoke offering of similar quality. Lugged and brazed framesets are the least labour intensive and relatively speaking, cheapest to repair whereas a lot of builders (contrary to urban myth) won’t perform any torch work on TIG welded chassis beyond say fitting/replacing braze-on guides, additional bosses, pump pegs etc which doesn’t bode too well for the Univega’s eventual conversion. Wonder if Paul (Vincent) fancies a challenge?

Close Shaves

Bank holiday weekend arrived and with it the urge to be creative, yet address some smaller, irritating jobs which seem perpetually on the back burner. So, it was to a local dealer for a quick tension and very minor truing of the Univega’s front hoop and a new patch kit. The weather had been kind enough for many a fast paced early morning/evening blast on the Teenage Dream but being bank holiday, the forecast was indeed turning bandit, marking a return to the comfort of stout tyres and full-length mudguards (fenders).

Mercifully, the old school repair kit came complete with the supple, feathered edge type patches that sealed even the tricky holes running frustratingly close to the seams. However, we've since had another undignified front tyre flat several miles from home, suggesting either the rim-tape or tyre casing is at fault. For the meantime, the venerable On-One offering with small-flange hub has been reinstated meaning "Pissssphaaarp!" does not stop play (I'm loathe for rides to end on a sour note). Time has come to review the bottle mount situation on both Ninja Blue (That’s the Holdsworth for those of you not paying attention) and of course the Teenage Dream. With the blazing summer promised I’m going to need some commensurate refreshment, hence the quest for a decent quality, paint friendly clip-on cage and another set of Zefal’s Gizmos now gracing the latter's seat-tube..
Some of you will question why two sets weren't brazed on to coincide with refinishing. The short answer is because I didn’t want to spoil the integrity or originality of both frames knowing there were less invasive alternatives around. Admittedly, they’re not as plentiful as initially thought but rest assured there will be no stone, or indeed web-page left unturned. The best bet thus far, trumping the Zefal are from Rixen Kaul that entertain handlebar, frame and seatpost mounting but more about these another time.

Colour coordinated Genetic tug nuts have come my way for the Ilpompino along with some unexciting but extremely useful nylon rim-tape earmarked along with this super smooth Superstar sprocket for the Halo Aerorage wheelset. On the subject of Blazing, Messer Bydon & King (aka “The Blazing Saddles”) have said bon voyage to Blighty and begun their epic global adventure but not before Jamie managed to bend his alloy rack at the last minute, emailing yours truly asking if he could have this here Minoura. Naturally, I obliged, rushing it first class last Thursday morning in between taking photos of bargain basement but strangely alluring Muddy Fox mountain bike and trailer combo lashed to some very sturdy street furniture. The Minoura should survive pretty much anything bar the proverbial elephant hitching a ride and even then, being of a heavier gauge Cro-moly is of the sort easily repaired using rudimentary welding equipment. Long may their journey prove fruitful, full of stories to enthral the grandchildren and their beards rival those famously sported by ZZ Top.
Elsewhere, the mighty load-lugging beast of burden aka the Univega has had some quick transmission tweaks-most notably the pedals. A fit of bank holiday pique saw me swap the extremely sensible SPDs for these long in the tooth but much loved drum polished Look hailing from 1991. Bought in December that year for the Teenage Dream, the grey painted finish soon tired and so the princely sum of £8 saw them polished in the summer of '94. (Slightly ironic given the resin Lego type were acquired that same year for £10).
On the upside, stiffer shoes mean markedly better power transfer, most notable when sprinting for the lights or thundering along the lanes in the dead of night. However, for all their charm, I’m thinking something more versatile might be in order. Exustar offer a set of dual sided “Spinning” Pedals both Look and SPD compatible-basically meaning, despite an obvious weight penalty, you’ll never leave the house wearing the “wrong” shoes.
My sister, the most outwardly competitive and arguably personable of us has just won a “mountain bike” through a contest run by the local leisure centre. It was basically a challenge to see who could burn the most calories over a fortnight and she won-literally streets ahead of the other entrants and her next challenge is the London marathon-she's entered online this week so watch this space...
Decided to polish my pins for spring and moreover shorts. Fellas’ with smooth legs seem to excite women outside of the cycling fraternity-largely out of curiosity and sometimes from bewilderment. However, I found myself completely dumbfounded by the excitement generated from an old track pump. Little shocks or stops our mother in her tracks (Probably just as well given our assorted but unintentionally troublesome antics over the years) but we nearly fell off our chairs when she described the excitement said workshop inflator aroused in an office of young and indeed middle aged women. Much of it involved them inflating imaginary tyres to pressures that would blow a top flight tubular clean of the rim, whooping, cheering in a fashion more appropriate to a Go- Go’s concert. Suggesting that cycling shorts (or inserts in the case of baggies/courier knickers) should be worn sans panties/boxers proved surprisingly titillating and disappointingly immature from supposedly liberated and sophisticated folk. Perish the thought of dropping rubber solution or indeed the Obree position into the conversation…

Honey I shrunk the Tri Bars

On a mission to procure some of my favourite (and harder to find) organic cola, I happened upon this Holdsworth, which shows all the hallmarks of being from the same era as mine. Unable to contain my excitement I began taking a few select shots-albeit rather quickly so as not to attract unwelcome attention. It looks to be another Zephyr frameset complete with original, lived in livery and a hotchpotch of classic and modern parts suggesting it’s a much loved working bike and all the more beautiful for it. “Ninja Blue” is back in business courtesy of a new tube and compatible lock ring so we’ve been taking to the balmy spring roads-typically very early in the morning when the world and his wife are firmly tucked up in bed. Too stretched on the otherwise lovely aero bars, I’ve taken the decision to dial the reach in a bit. Cutting the protruding sections gives a sharper look to the cockpit while shaving a few grams into the bargain.
There’s a quaint English saying regarding busses-none for ages and then two come along at once. The same seems true of aero bars. Enter these Cinelli Sub 8 minis. As the name suggests they’re scaled down tri bars that look for all the world as if they’ve been shrunk in some 50’s mad scientist’s cartoon toy. However, for smaller riders and those like myself with proportionally shorter torsos they’re surprisingly comfortable. Objectively it’s disappointing to find an otherwise high end component is only compatible with standard diameter road bars (and fairly conservative designs at that) given oversized is increasingly the norm. Positioning them the optimum 150mm apart proved nigh on impossible thanks partially to the contours of the Salsa Bell-Lap that command the Teenage Dream and my own deceptively broad shoulder width. These factors demanded 180mm spacing, abandoning the polymer bridge in favour of traditional end plugs. As you’d expect at this end of the market, with comparable bars they contribute to a phenomenally rigid, dependable cockpit and the sandblasted finish provides adequate grip without recourse to tape-although this might be an option should the race day battle scars become too apparent. Another dandy piece of kit is this Altura bag. It affixes to the seat post courtesy of the legendary Rixen Kaul quick release bracket and swallows up to six litres and three kilos of stuff without flinching. The clever powder coated aluminium base keeps things rigid and means your minimalist road/track mount still handles as cleanly as it looks. Spare brackets mean it swaps between bikes in seconds but those of us nearer ninety kilos would be well advised to think twice about hauling anything close to the maximum payload. Although the stainless steel band is very nicely finished, put a slither of inner tube between bracket and post regardless-especially on carbon models.
Some of us run a fixed, often conversions as beasts of burden/hacks/working bikes whichever parlance you prefer and most of us will have encountered the anti bike contingent-they’re lurking around most office buildings and in my experience, there’s at least one in every firm. Regular readers will know I’ve no shame in looking like a refugee from the tour de France but my cycling wardrobe reflects a wider spectrum from the retro to the restrained and cycling kit that’s also wearable around town, for meeting clients, the bank manager or indeed friends after work without raising eyebrows or encouraging suspicious stares is worth it’s weight in gold.

The same applies to luggage. Most of the time, my waterproof expedition or smaller commuting panniers do just fine. However, sometimes you need something incognito for just the scenarios I’ve set here and in the main, this handy bike briefcase does just that. Again, those clever folk at Riken Kaul provide the fittings, angled in such a way as to give ample heel clearance. There’s a clever zip-flap concealing these off the bike too, which is a real bonus but I had some initial reservations fearing it might interfere with the spokes given it doesn’t completely detach. In practice this isn’t a problem and adds to the appeal. Elsewhere we've a removable padded 17 inch laptop insert, internal drawstring to keep everything bone dry in a downpour (although nothing’s 100% waterproof and I’m still of the opinion that laptops are better carried in messenger bags simply because they’re unaffected by vibration, poor roads and the general hurdy gurdy of urban riding). We’re nearing election time here in the UK and politicians of various ideological colours are trying to capture our imaginations and ultimately our votes. None particularly inspire me it has to be said but raised with a very strong belief that voting is something of a right and equally an obligation, I will exercise this democratic right come May 8th. None of the main parties have any particularly constructive or inspirational cycling policies and some of the more lunatic fringe make my blood collegiate. One such group (who shall remain nameless) are insisting cyclists would have to dismount at roundabouts and junctions by law.

Demonstrating an elephantine ignorance of the taxation system, they’ve made the assertion that cars have greater rights to the highway as their drivers pay for the upkeep through “road tax”. Hmmm. Winston Churchill abolished road tax in 1936 with expansion, repair and moreover upkeep of our highways and byways through direct taxation so car ownership is a red herring, an urban myth. Car excise duty is a completely separate tax and does not (much as some are happy to retain this confusion) contribute to the infrastructures' well-being. Now what better thing to be seen on than this 15lb titanium Burls? (Aside from a sub 15lb titanium Burls fixed of course.) The eagle eyed amongst you will not a semi sloping Colnago esque top-tube, aero down tube and the prevalence of KCNC components but being bespoke, you can have pretty much anything your little heart desires. Smitten? Get in touch with Justin (Justin@burls.com)

Imperfect Match

The long Easter weekend presented the ideal opportunity to do a little snagging, some of those irksome little jobs around the fleet that were relatively straightforward but required what might be termed "quiet time" to perfect and the Holdsworth was a case in point. Being a summer build with regular component revisions, the inevitable nicks had cropped up around the otherwise flawless "old boots tough" finish. Capable of resiting a hammer blow, powder coating forms a supple, protective skin around the metal. However, in high stress areas such as the seat tube, compression of the ears caused by tightening and tweaking of the binder bolt can result in flaking, betraying the protective silver chromate beneath.

5012 is not an uncommon colour but getting the exact shade proved tricky so I laboriously mixed a perfect match from these tins and applied it lovingly to the affected areas in the gentle April sunlight. While the first coat cured, the post arrived bang on cue with these fixed lock rings. However, my sunshine turned shady upon discovering neither would come close to breezing aboard the corresponding hubs. This was frustrating as I’d timed these little jobs to coordinate-especially since the house and time were unusually very much my own. Research confirmed encroaching suspicions that Miche require a dedicated type so I dropped Company Z, their UK importer a quick email to see if they could recommend, or better still, supply me with a compatible unit. No sooner had I powered up the PC and sent the email, the touch up enamel had dried sufficiently for a second application. Pedants will note the brush just caught the binder bolt but being chrome, any excess will lift clean off courtesy of a quick scratch from my fingernail. Half an hour in the temperate spring sun and the second coat was two parts cured so I hung the Holdsworth safely on its rightful hook in the workshop. Easter Sunday’s twenty mile morning blast certainly made best use of our seasonably changeable climate and saw me questioning not only my very brave colour scheme but more importantly, handlebar positioning. Upon returning home and reflecting in the kitchen with a cup of diesel strength coffee, I slackened the stem clamp and rotated the pursuit bars downward, in a more aggressive stance which also falls more naturally to hand. A fair bit of scouring (virtually and in person) suggests the ITM Olympus aero bars are obsolete to the point where spares are literally non-existent so I’ve pandered to my urges and secured these from the helpful folk at Greyville. Elementary and moreover, secure fitting coupled with easy adjustability wins them brownie points and even the computer still works perfectly, despite being moved and now somewhat askew of the sensor. I may well bind inner tube around the arms for greater comfort and further refine positioning but they could prove the fastest 500g I’ve added to said beast. The package arrved complete with reducing rubber shims meaning they can be migrated to the Teenage Dream or indeed any other machine with standard road bars should need arise.
Some would argue there are plenty of broadly similar and therefore, ITM compatible brackets lolling about thanks to badge engineering where two, or indeed more brands are identical, save for the decals. Now, I’m a real lover of experimentation and rummaging through the spares bin can reap great reward but as the lock-ring saga demonstrates, this can be rather akin to looking for a ruby in the proverbial mountain of rocks. Reverting to the arguably beautiful Nitto combo would make good use of the Race-Stick Spinacci copies but I upgraded the cockpit in the interests of shorter reach and improved rigidity for no-compromise hammering.
Spring snagging also tackled the Teenage Dream’s rear brake housing which has always been a fraction to short, resulting in the rear calliper binding when turning the bars sharply, carving into swooping descents etc. This also presented an ideal opportunity to upgrade the bar wrap. In fairness, there wasn’t much wrong with the entry level stuff that coincided with the New Year rebirth but the measure of good quality tape, aside from the obvious comfort, abrasion resistance and style is how often it can be peeled back and reaffixed. You get what you pay for and sadly, said budget brand tore despite being very gently peeled from the bars. It now sports some curious, if strangely tactile rubberised Lizard Skins wrap. This requires slightly higher levels of concentration to apply but promises unparalleled grip-even in torrential rain and I’m really looking forward to putting it to the test. Proof of the pudding is in the next few hundred miles…