Rides of the Falling Leaves-The Joys of Autumn

Autumn with its vibrant colours and falling leaves has always held very positive association for me. As a child, it signalled the arrival of another birthday and comensurate excitement. In early adulthood, I associated the season with times of great freedom and personal growth-leaving a small village for the big, not so bad city and a University education.

In a cycling context, there’s always been something quite exciting about hanging the best bike up, pampering the well dressed winter mount with fresh bar tape, new tyres, chain etc. I enjoy being reunited with my winter wardrobe, the silence of the lanes in the cold, bright mornings often contradicted by the strong and warming sunlight. True, there are fewer daylight hours but the advances (and falling prices) in lighting technology opens up a whole new dimension of riding pleasure.

October remains a very significant time in the trade calendar and I’m eagerly anticipating acres of shiny bike porn at the Cycle 2008 exhibition (held in London’s Earl’s Court between the 9th and 12th). Whilst on a smaller scale than Interbike, there’s still plenty to see with most larger manufacturers boasting a road biased fixer in their range.

Retro was very much en vogue at last year’s show with Condor’s Paris Galibrier and some very attractive steel offerings from the like of Fixie Inc. I was pleasantly surprised to find a stand of frames fashioned from Tange Prestige- a high end tubeset last commercially popular in the late 1980s. Most notable was a minimalist frameset finished in baby blue with chrome detailing-a great platform for a sunny days plaything.

Meanwhile, project road path,-my 1950’s TT build has ground to a temporary halt, complicated by virtue of said frameset residing in a friend of a friend‘s ex-wife‘s garage. At the time of composition, I’d stand a better chance of streaking through eastern block border controls than successfully retrieving it.

By way of distraction, I am channelling my energies into finding a suitable refinisher. Pageant blue powder coat leads the bunch at the time of this entry. Not sure whether to plump for a high lustre quill stem or to follow the modern Ahead and adaptor route. However, the cockpit will feature low pro/TT bars, colour coordinated bar wrap with reverse action lever and long reach dual-pivot sidepull taking the strain out of stopping.

Elsewhere an unused track crankset, Wellgo pedals, Miche chain, nearly new EAI superstar sprocket, Brooks saddle and Campagnolo seat post will play starring roles in this low budget, high thrills feature. Watch this space....

Next: Raising money for charity and a full report from Cycle 2008

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Far From The Maddening Crowd....

No, not a mispronunciation of Thomas Hardy's literary classic, I am referring to adventures sans asphalt- transporting oneself to a blissful, serene and Zen like Nirvana. Fixed might not seem the obvious choice just as it doesn’t for touring (yet I know of a few who swear by their fixers for laden weekend excursions).

With the right gearing and component choices there’s ample scope for green-lane and moderate singletrack satisfaction. Received wisdom suggests a gear of 63 inches is optimum but this, rather like saddles and other contact points is a very personal matter that cannot simply be determined by overly simplistic formula calculation. Far from greatly reducing versatility, a carefully planned fixed MTB or cyclo cross build could prove the bike for all reasons and four seasons. Indeed, I predict we will see a moderate explosion in the off road fixed scene if rumours are true surrounding the commercial ressurection of three and five speed fixed hubs.

Not convinced? Well, you'll have a simple bomb-proof training/working mount capable of eating pot-holes for breakfast and kerb stones for lunch. Those of a more competitive nature are freed from the slavery of the indoor trainer to hone razor sharp handling skills and super smooth pedalling style-essential ingredients for breaking away from the bunch and stealing a march on your rivals. The availability of wide section studded/spiked snow tyres in both 26" and 700c sizes gives even less excuse to hide indoors.

I must confess a quiet, yet continual yearning for Surly’s slightly overbuilt but very worthy Karate Monkey frameset. "Skid Mark" brown might not meet with everyone's approval but shouldn't attract the wrong sort of attention either. Besides, you can easily change the livery once a few season’s fun have taken their toll. On-One’s "inbred" is another worthy choice from a very similar school of thought. However, there's no need to rush out and buy a dedicated frameset....

A virtual wander through the Gallery reveals a devoted fellowship with finely honed frame building/engineering skills coupled with an abundance of imagination and creativity. Just remember, simply buying a retired framebuilder's tools doesn’t automatically maketh a master/mistress of the torch...Seek guidance, have patience and after much practice you might build something rideable. Or better still, enroll on a (typically) week long frame building course under expert tutelage and come away with a made to measure frame and a sense of achievement money can't buy.

Some years ago, I spotted a very petite cyclo cross frameset at a race meeting. This later transpired to have been built from scrap frames MIG welded together and finished in leftover acrylic paint. MIG is only really suitable for joining "gas-pipe" tubing but it’s a very accessible welding process. Crudely, if you can draw a straight line using a marker pen, you can MIG weld- the real skill lies in a fastidious jig alignment and accuracy of tube mitring.

MTBs have been the dominant breed over the past couple decades. Subsequently, mid-range rigid cro-moly framesets are plentiful, providing versatile and inexpensive platforms for other duties. However, the renewed interest in cyclo cross has meant greater availability of inexpensive starter frames and components for those preferring 700c hoops.

Whichever route you choose, resist the urge to take a grinder to the plethora of cable guides, braze-ons etc. For the last word in versatility, have your friendly local frame builder braze in a set of Surly ends- the rear facing model complete with derailleur hanger. Whilst undoubtedly offensive to the purists, these represent the best of both worlds. A stiffer rear triangle, easy chain tensioning and should riding fixed loose it’s flavour; gears without tears are just some of the advantages.



Dependent upon the value of the frame and/or depth of pockets, you could either repaint the areas scorched by the torch , or go the whole hog and treat it to a fresh powder coat/stoved enamel finish.

Not your bag? There’s nothing stopping you going fixed using frames with vertical/horizontal ends. It just requires more patience to achieve correct chain line and/or creating a suitable magic gear.

Single speed's popularity ensures a ready supply of affordable, weatherproof hubs, cranks and other dedicated parts, eliminating the need to modify track/road components. Some colour schemes look good enough to eat but I'll remain steadfastly silver because it's most proficient at disguising the ravages of rough-stuff.

Karate Monkeys make lovely pets but in the present economic climate, I'll tighten my toe-straps and settle for frame end surgery on my mtb derived crosser next re-spray.

See you on the singletrack....

Worn Cleats, Humble Pie & Food For Thought

Thundering along memory lane to my mid teens, I arrived at a friend's house to show off my newly built Raleigh conversion. His father, (a salesman by trade) well versed in turning on the charm for those he disliked answered the door. Spotting the fixed transmission he cheerfully quipped “Bloody dangerous, fixed- had one when I was your age, regularly threatened to come out from underneath me.”. He’d made other observations but that has always stuck with me. Forward twenty years and a correspondingly colossal mileage without such an achievement on my cycling CV, I was chasing the blues away aboard my beloved Ilpompino.....

Carving into corners and swooping into the bends, the long and positively deserted lanes had become my personal playground. Alone in my smug little bubble, I found myself sniggering at his misfortune…"What a load of old Botox, I’ve never had a fixed come from underneath me in all these years and all the miles…even with extreme provocation”.

Well, the gods of worn shoe cleats and erratic road surfacing must’ve taken dim views of this self congratulatory behaviour. A long descent, touching 30mph and without warning my right cleat disengages! A spate of panic ensued as I tried to regain control by holding off against the transmission, redistributing my weight and groping in vain for the front brake. Hurtling past a school for the well heeled (or should that be cleated), was probably not the best time to unleash a torrent of expletives!

Mortified mothers in SUVs, proud grandparents and an unimpressed head teacher all gazed in wide wonder at the Lycra clad reprobate hurtling before them. Concluding their lesson in humility, the gods handed me back control of my bike, bodily functions and command of the English Language just in time to avoid a traffic bollard.

Hauling the brake lever fully home, I stopped short of further indignity long enough to re-engage my foot for the final and somewhat cautious two miles to my front door.

Suffice to say the cleats were replaced within five minutes of locking the bike away.

The obvious moral here is routine inspection of shoe cleats but it provides other food for thought. Sometimes the law is just and there to defend us. Here in the UK, bikes with fixed wheels are required to have a single, front brake-the transmission being recognised as a rear (we all know, holding off against the cranks slows with much greater control and road feedback-especially in poor weather).

I’m not turning against anyone who chooses to ride brakeless outside of a velodrome and I’m very aware that in the US, the law varies from state to state. As my encounter demonstrates, worn cleats/riding without respect for the unexpected can result in an accident just as readily as riding sans brakes. However, one fine day when you're filtering through the traffic, that mother about to give birth to twenty-one children could readily step accross your path and into the arms of a merciless lawyer.....

Next: Far From The Madding Crowd....

Romancing The Circuit

So, dispatchin’s cool again just as it was twenty years ago when the first wave of wannabes started riding the city streets on mountain bikes shod with slick tyres and messenger bags slung over their shoulders. Back in the day, it seemed to be a right of passage for post qualified journalists and a fair few arts students to serve on the London circuit. I recall a friendly acquaintance remarking there was nothing remotely glamorous about riding ten hours a day (often soaked to the skin), having coke cans and abuse hurled by youths in tuned Fords, the city grime that permeates every fibre of your clothing and (amongst the ladies) tender, bruised breasts where the radio has repeatedly made contact. Then there’s the unscrupulous firms, no sick or holiday pay, no unions (although things are improving thanks to organised messenger groups), the constant threat of bike theft and the very real risk of becoming a statistic.

Certain sections of the media continue to perpetuate the glamour myth, failing to make the distinction between this “outlaw” romanticism- being paid to ride your bike and the stark reality of riding your bike to earn a living. The lean days when you barely get a job or can’t work due to a tumble with the tarmac/ illness are seldom considered. In the words of my late father (who looked after motorcycle factory riders during the 1960s) “Doesn’t matter how good a rider you/think you are, you always come off”.



The flexibility suits those with other business/interests or folks with a healthy contempt for the nine-to-five. I can fully appreciate how this is so easily romanticised. Perhaps the numbers of civilian riders astride track bikes dressed in retro merino wool jerseys, ¾ knickers complete with messenger bags should be regarded as the sincerest form of flattery (although I regularly encounter hapless fashion victims wind milling around the capital on ridiculously tall gears). The circuit attracts people from all walks of life and it’s nothing like the movies.. I’ve never met a messenger without a story or two. My personal favourite being a courier reunited with his steed, the thief saying he was returning it as he couldn’t ride it(!)-fixers were far less prevalent twenty odd years ago.


Whilst the elite and the seasoned might carve gracefully through the urban sprawl like athletic salmon aboard Bianchi Pistas, Specialized Langsters and a wealth of more exotic mounts; others, dressed in baggy tracksuits and trainers are earning minimum wage on beater mountain bikes with expiring transmissions.

The glory days of £450 a week may be a distant memory, yet the recent postal dispute saw some earning almost double and there’s no shortages of folk seduced by the image and perceived lifestyle. Whether they flatter or frustrate, the wannabes look set to stay….

Next: Worn shoe cleats and the perils of ignoring one's elders

The Phases of Fixation

As evidenced within Fixed Gear Gallery, riding fixed is an increasingly global phenomenon, doubtless inspired by the internet’s ability to mobilise and unite like minded people. Here in the UK, riding fixed has never been so popular, not since the 1950s and early 1960s when car ownership was less prevalent and the now comparatively silent Velodromes heaved with spectators. Enthusiasts of the day, emerging from post war austerity could seldom afford a bike specifically for track duties and out of this was born a unique breed of machine known as Road/Path. These were a precision hybrid of full on track mount and road bike used for everything from club runs, time trials and as a daily driver, so needed large clearances to accommodate mudguards(fenders) and stout tyres. Ridden to the weekend track meets, they were quickly pared to the essentials and raced competitively. Sadly, like the once bustling Velodromes, these bikes are now very rare, although some frame builders will oblige with a bespoke frameset of this genre.

Fixed has since followed the tradition and influence of continental neighbours, relegated to training duties through the winter months and used as a means of developing strength what the French term “Souplesse”. Being restricted to a single gear and learning to spin high cadences were considered essential ingredients for success in the road racing season. Bikes were battle weary race mounts, stripped of all unnecessary components and relegated to training duties. This was my introduction to fixed as a teenager some twenty years ago. I bought a hard used 501 framed Raleigh training bike and rebuilt it using money saved from a paper round. I ran it winter in and winter out, night after night with a like minded classmate where we’d talk about our dreams, trying to emulate our cycling idols on the climbs, oh and philosophising- (that’s a euphemism for talking about girls in case you were wondering).

Three winters and periodic indoor trainer slavery resulted in a phenomenal mileage and noticeable chink of daylight where the head and down tubes met. Uneconomic to repair, I cannibalised the components, built a geared winter trainer around a new frame. Some fourteen years and countless miles later, I happened upon On One’s Ilpompino- in essence a cyclo cross bike with track ends that embodied the spirit of the road/path tradition. I was smitten again… After a couple of years and some serious temptation in the form of an IRO Rob Roy (the cost and hassle of importing one from the States shelved that purchase) saw me acquire an Ilpompino with 120mm rear spacing. This has undergone a steady and continual process of evolution. Presently sans guards, it sports 38mm wide rubber, offering comfort and confidence along the winding, poorly surfaced lanes which constitute the local infrastructure.

One of the fabled road path framesets has registered on my radar and I’m hoping to take delivery of said frameset very soon. Meanwhile I’ve been choosing the colour scheme and ringing round some powder coating firms for prices. This is to be a comparatively minimalist build, used as a sunny days/ time trial steed but more of this when it unfolds.



Thanks to their popularity on the messenger circuit in recent years, fixers are spoilt for choice in terms not only of complete, competent and affordable off-the-peg packages (most manufacturers have a fixer in their range but consequently components have become far more robust). Pure track hubs are super smooth but they’re not designed to repel dirt and ingress thrown up by unsympathetic city streets. Even budget hubs enjoy reasonably good seals and will stand up to the rigors of daily riding. The same goes for headsets and bottom brackets which are notoriously in the line of fire.

Messenger culture has become de-rigur and brought with it a new practicality to cycling, clothes which are stylish alternatives to Lycra and trade jerseys. I’ve nothing against looking like a refugee from the Tour De France but for more general riding I prefer something a little less conspicuous. It has also brought a new and exciting sub-culture of racing and grass roots participation.

Events for your diary: 22-24th August 2008
London’s Calling introduces the capital’s only three day Courier led bicycle racing extravaganza. An open event, meeting at the foundry in EC1 welcoming messengers and civilians alike. The original event, held in 2007 was a pre-cursor to the messenger championships in Dublin. Friday the 22nd is all about registration, top cat and an art show, Saturday the 23rd being the main day of racing sponsored by Tour De Ville, followed by an after-party. Sunday the 23rd sees the messenger Olympics, followed by Roller Plazza-high octane roller racing at the Imbibe bar situated at 173 Blackfriars Rd, Southwark, London SE1 (nearest train/tube station Waterloo). All proceeds go to the London Courier Emergency Fund.

Those seeking a more regular fix need look no further than Brick Lane where bicycle polo matches are held every Sunday at 1pm (location between brick lane and Shadwell St London E2).
Meanwhile, those in Birmingham, oft referred to as the second city might like to know there’s a regular meet every Thursday night at 6.30pm by St Philips Cathedral-so if you fancy a beer and a blast drop by.

Michael Stenning