The Ides of March

Beware the ides of March certainly seems apt seeing as both gritting trucks and potholes sizeable enough to cause serious rim and rider damage are constant features of the local landscape. The latter are so deep that even the Univega with its beefy 1.75-inch rough stuff touring rubber is reminding me to skirt round them.

This is rather disappointing, as I’d hoped to start clocking up some sunny day miles aboard the ever evolving Teenage Dream which now sports Shield guards (Zefal’s answer to SKS Race Blades), genuine Cinelli Spinacci-outlawed by the UCI in 2000 but alive, well and subtly modified to incorporate Torch LED end plugs for making best use of those spring and summer evenings. Tempted by tape, I chose to wrap the extensions in redundant inner tube, giving better purchase in full finger gloves and coordinates with the existing cockpit surprisingly well.
Less casual observers will recall plans to machine the Thomson post by point two of a millimetre. The initially sympathetic local engineering firm turned the work down having seen it in the flesh, although this doesn’t come as a complete surprise. Declining work is their right but the time to do so is at the point of initial approach. This inconsistent attitude means I wish them well but shall refrain from passing any future business their way. Never one to wish my life away (afterall, time’s the most precious resource we have and there’s so much to do) I’m looking forward to more temperate conditions and reliving the summer of ’91, tractor racing, enjoying the six am starts, swooping into sun-kissed descents before the ever maddening crowd have chance to rouse from their slumber and command the highways from their Mondeos, Modus and MPVs. Colour coordinated twenty-four millimetre Vittoria tyres add the perfect finishing touch too but to date there’s been insufficient opportunity to put them through their paces, although they take the crown for most difficult tyres to mount, snapping two tyre levers and dealing the fatal blow to my beloved Speed Lever (Thankfully 2pure have taken pity on me, agreeing to supply a replacement as a goodwill gesture). While generally conscious of others’ sensibilities, coarse and agricultural language flowed freely as blood seeped from beneath my thumbnails and tempered frustration bit deep. Rummaging for replacement tyre levers saw these ITM Olympus Tri Bars emerge from the spares box albeit sans fitting kit and tracking down an original is leading me along some very dead ends. Deathly silence from distributors and retailers alike is encouraging some lateral thought and there’s a good chance another brand will operate to similar specification and have a compatible/pattern bracket. These are intended for the Holdsworth seeing as the Spinacci are standard road diameter whereas the Holdsworth’s pursuit types are totally incompatible, oversized, flat sections. Assuming a suitable donor can be found, some trimming of the tri bars will shave a few grams and keep cockpit clutter to a minimum.
I recently acquired a very unusual (and not altogether welcomed) training aid… a didgeridoo no less which isn’t the easiest instruments to play but in keeping with most things it’s about technique rather than brute power. Cycling and wind instruments seem to hold a good symbiosis. Long steady miles and plenty of hill climbing seems to improve my ability to produce something tuneful while half an hours’ daily practice seems to improve lung capacity and my ability to enjoy rather than simply tolerate the climbs. The rider who thundered past me on Sunday morning on his Rosso red crosser complete with a cheery greeting might well sport a very broad inner smile at this suggestion. I could pontificate defensively about taking in the scenery, portly 1.75 tyres adding 800g a piece, not to mention immeasurable rolling resistance but that’s not me-he was simply a faster rider over the lanes seemingly fashioned from treacle. On the subject of fashion, nostalgia, or retro as the marketing folk brand it looks very much here to stay whether in reaction to huge technological change, or the psychological comfort sought in a bygone era perceived as less economically challenging and more socially cohesive. I love and loathe “retro” in equal measure. I love that I can readily acquire production road fixer framesets and components without necessarily paying bespoke prices. I love the availability of stylish, yet practical alternatives to Lycra- continental style plusses, jerseys, caps etc. However, there comes a point where the balance tips and the economics of supply turn bandit on the humble consumer and prices go through the roof.

Non aero brake levers are a case in point, time was when bike shop bargain bins were bulging with cheap but often extremely worthy levers that didn’t demand a change of bar wrap come cable changes, providing better braking thanks to free flowing cables. Slowly but surely supplies are dwindling thanks to the craze for older components, firms such as Dia Tech producing extensive lines of reproduction parts with the obvious cost implications, although in fairness these are typically of superb calibre.

Three speed fixed hubs that weren’t overly popular fifty odd years ago have made a return, albeit given a modern twist but looking into my crystal ball, there’s every chance these will vanish into obscurity just as fast second time round. However, lets not pour too much scorn on these things, fashion is also fun, take what you like, leave what you don’t.

Take Paul Vincent’s second frame building project. Another fixer, made again from fillet brazed Columbus; it sports the visually stunning and technically divisive twin lateral design, which he says handles remarkably given such frames are regularly criticised for their inherent lack of lateral stiffness. But more on that later.....

Zen and the art of remaining conspicuous

Just when we thought it was safe to venture out for a bit of playtime aboard the best bikes, the weather turns bandit once more. The Univega is not only my four seasons go anywhere, ultra dependable machine that laughs at greasy, poorly maintained lanes, the howling wind, the pouring rain it is my Zen bike.
I mentally compose complete features, test copy, these columns and even tales of the macabre/fantastic perched atop the beautifully moulded Gran Compe saddle and piloting our course via the super size WTB drops. Turning eighty odd revolutions per minute and at around 17mph we’re swift enough to get somewhere but sociable should I choose and the moments present themselves.Freezing temperatures, snow showers, sleet and iced tarmac seem perpetual features and so the Univega remains my default option which is a shame seeing the second Knog sensor arrived in the post courtesy of Moore Large- the brands UK importer. However, optimistically, I fitted it to the Holdsworth’s fork and checked our earlier success wasn't simply a fluke.
The Univega runs a Knog Gator 305 Ni-MH rechargeable lamp as the main source of front illumination. This has developed an uncharacteristic susceptibility at very low temperatures-the battery critical after only seventy odd minutes use. Despite having donned Respro HI-Viz gillet, being festooned in acres of Scotchlite and blinking LEDs I felt acutely vulnerable-reinforced by the refusal/inability of many oncoming drivers to dip their headlamps. The little three-watt nuke light would’ve made my passage home so much safer and this crucial omission was beginning to mar the starry sky's serenity.

The rhythmic flickering of my rear LEDs drew me to reflect upon their burn times- both the imaginatively named Cherry bomb nestled in the rack bag’s woven tab and the fibre flare flexible wand riding shot-gun on the Topeak carrier have exceeded their manufacturer quoted run times- the former in its fifty-fifth hour, fifteen past the optimum quoted. Given that I have tested Night Rider’s assertions, literally-freezing it in a block of ice and generally subjecting it to filthy conditions without impairing performance; there’s little doubt the Cherry Bomb is one of the best available.

Other models, including Cat-Eye’s LD 600 have enjoyed ridiculously long production lives, spawning seemingly identical, badge-engineered and slightly cheaper copies which is evidence not only of proven design but good news for consumers. Some raise concerns over suspect seals (not my experience of the breed) but it's best mounted vertically to the seatpost so not to spoil a bike’s clean lines.
The pro helmet lobby have returned with a vengeance on both sides of the Atlantic, pressuring for compulsion despite their own successive studies indicating other factors are more significant than helmet use and helmets themselves make little difference beyond certain speeds. Fiercely anti-compulsion-whether this be directed at adults, children or universally, I choose to wear mine most rides and lead by example where Joshua’s concerned. However, I’m willingly seduced by the tantalising caress of the breeze through my hair-especially on temperate spring and summer days and sometimes, I just prefer a close fitting clubman’s cap.Intrigued by folklore since early childhood, the Russian made flax linen socks kindly supplied by Mila Ptashenko (http://www.burls.co.uk/) have certainly impressed with their soft tactile feel and the natural, chemical free manufacturing process contributes to good foot health/hygiene. Given the price of basic nylon cycling socks at a shade under £6, these represent excellent value for money and enjoy longevity on par with expensive Merino offerings. Continuous washing and wearing hasn’t revealed any telltale weaknesses (due to a deformed big toe, I am notoriously hard on socks) so I will invest in a good few pairs for both cycling and civilian wardrobes when the next opportunity presents itself. So from chic to geek…I’ve been playing with mirrors- helmet mirrors no less. Yes, these are more “paranoid dentist” than fixer fashionable but they do have some merits for riders with compromised neck mobility. With the notable exception of Bike Eye- a lightweight racing mirror mounting between the frame's head and down tubes, helmet mirrors are less prone to vibration and so long as the optical components are good quality can prove useful for trailer/ tag-along tugging. However, there’s never a substitute for periodic checking over the shoulder. Helmets also make useful mounting points for lighting and cameras. Experimentation using my compact Fuji aboard the Univega’s beefy drops I achieved some very passable still shots but road vibration induced the inevitable camera shake. Helmet cams are falling in price to the point where £70 odd buys a very cheerful, lightweight example. Watch this space….

Called To The Bar

A fit of pique saw me change the Holdsworth’s arguably gorgeous Nitto cockpit in favour of this ultra stiff BBB flat section aero bar and shorter Outland stem configuration. Dun might not be the most exciting of finishes but blends nicely with the blue, black & pink livery. More importantly, I sought a shorter reach and the improved rigidity is a bonus. The flat sections are designed to accommodate aerobars but restrict brake lever choice to traditional road or TT types and while drilled for internal cable routing, running them outside results in smoother lines and better braking without compromising comfort. I was fortunate enough to salvage the flamingo pink bike ribbon-not the most obvious, or manly choice but one to which I have developed fierce attachment. Greater rigidity really sharpens the front end, making handling that little bit crisper while the flat sections provide convenient, if unintentional resting points for the palms.

The rather fetching slimline computer with phenomenally clear display has been substituted because I didn’t have any of the ultra slender cable ties needed to secure it to the bars and the wiring along fork leg- it may even see a return once some skinny ties come under my radar but the Echowell is neat, tidy and perfectly adequate for now…Well at least it was until the sensor made a bid for freedom at 25mph along the back roads… This continues a generic theme of electrical woe, my Li-on camera battery charger awaiting replacement having expired without warning three weeks ago. Manufacturers will argue to the contrary but in practice compatibility isn’t an exact science… My garage has played host to extensive late-night experimentation with redundant wireless sensors until we struck gold. Gentle cajoling couldn’t persuade this Cat Eye cordless II to capitulate with the Echowell but perseverance saw the Univega’s play nicely. Encased in medical grade silicone I was convinced the sensor wouldn’t communicate but much to my surprise, spinning the wheel induced the familiar muted bleeping while the head unit flickered into life, giving more consistent and accurate readings than most stock models!
Wired designs offer the last word in accuracy but are more vulnerable to damage during headset and other front-end overhaul. So, the solution to this and slightly fiddly escapee sensor mounts, is to continue with the wireless theme and purchase a second tool-free Knog type from the UK importer. Patience and carefully reasoned experimentation can prove extremely satisfying.

Winter, given light is very much of a premium, is the season for big reflective projects, bike builds and/or reconfigurations ready for spring and summer’s call when the workload is more consistent and the extended evenings buy greater time. Paul (Vincent) has revealed a little of his second build, apparently a twin seat and down tube design but needing paint to bring the concept alive. He’s also kindly agreed to have a meander through his spares bin in search of a dynamo lamp.

Hmm, I suddenly feel the need for something classic, a rigid mtb frameset with taller head tube (allowing me to use Midge or similar flared drops without recourse to stems with 35 degree rise), Surly type ends meaning it can accomodate various derailleur/hub geared or fixed guises oh and assorted bottle bosses/other nick-nacks too…Topped off with dove grey powder coat for a durable and unassuming (read less likely to get noticed and stolen) finish.

Clearing out the old Ka unearthed these salmon colour Kool-stops ripe for replacing the Univega's OEM Dia Compe pads-being a much softer compound gives significantly improved bite in the wet, although they’ve demanded some very precise toe-in to prevent the banshee screech upon applying the front brake in anger. Ironic since I timed the upgrade to coincide with a thorough purging of the rims' filthy sidewalls but a few longish rides are starting to see them settle down and the wintrier weather forecast should only accelerate this process.Drawing parallels with diamonds, hours are precious and not to be squandered but hopefully the spring will invite some warmer weather, allowing greater playtime aboard the Holdsworth and Teenage Dream. Right now, most mileage is courtesy of the tubby tourer with its big, supple tyres, stable, yet engaging handling and wide fenders keeping man and machine from being drenched in spray, minimising the need for perpetual post ride cleaning.

Fad Diets & Testing Times

The Univega seems to have developed a very expensive, not to mention inconvenient inner tube habit, chomping through four since the New Year. The culprit would appear to be the Kenda small block eight’s soft casings, vulnerable to penetration by shards of glass and other sharps on the seasonally slimy winter roads-especially those with a layering of horse dung. In the interests of reliability, I’ve reverted to the ultra dependable GEAX 1.5 semi slicks. This might be at the expense of some versatility but they’ll sail through winter grime sans hiss. However, a Kenda self-healing tube and my beloved speed lever have re-emerged so my world is once again round. On the subject of round, those Miche wheels I introduced in my last entry are ones to write home about-easily on par with the Halo Aero rage and a marked improvement over those commonly found on production fixers. In keeping with the Halo, mid section rims and super smooth large flange hubs make for an extremely refined and yet reliable four season’s package-they’ll even entertain tyres up to 32mmm wide. However, tubes with super long valve stems are a must in order to get pump connectors aboard. Seasonal salt, grease and grime have made little impression on the anodised sidewalls or the highly polished hubs and despite all-too regular pothole encounter they’ve remained perfectly true and tensioned

Other colours include Blue, Red, Silver and Gold so there’s something for all tastes and livery. These are a wheelset befitting the Holdsworth on a permanent basis meaning the Ilpompino can have its hoops back complete with 38mm rubber and the quasi-crosser makeover can progress as planned-albeit sans carbon fork. Forks tend to be the one area traditionally overbuilt on production bikes and said beast is no exception, although this surgery will coincide with headset replacement or similarly invasive procedure.
Elsewhere, I’ve come to the conclusion that Joshua requires a “Balance bike” to perfect his handling skills and moreover confidence- even with big wide bars rotated within easy reach, his inseam isn’t quite long enough, hampering his ability to get the flats of his feet down at the crucial loss-of-balance point. Credit where due, his coordination is good and learning to relax sees further improvement but I’d like to bring his skill and confidence base along as efficiently as possible. From here, the second-hand Raleigh acquired through David Hunt-our local recycle agent will come into it’s own and I’ve promised him a set of enduro type mtb fenders as further incentive. Contacting David this week in the context of a dynamo lamp, I was shocked to learn from his wife Diana that he died suddenly in October and would like to publicly offer my sincerest condolences to the family.

On the subject of recycling, I’ve resurrected this original leather covered Turbo saddle and earmarked it for the Teenage dream once I’ve found time to drop the featherweight Thompson post at a local engineering firm for machining to the smaller 27.0 diameter. Not urgent by any means but dormant projects grate on me and while a fair weather mount, I’d also like to fit some of the race blade type guards to extend its horizons-especially during the spring months, notorious for their changeable weather fronts.
Paul Vincent, long time friend and fellow scribe who so generously donated the Holdsworth frameset has turned his attentions to the torch. Judging by this photo, his first effort looks very, very alluring. Made from fillet brazed plain gauge Columbus Cromor and finished in a very fetching matt black, a’la Mad Max it screams eyeballs-out, no compromise TT rocket. He’s working on his second, seemingly top-secret build and I’m getting very excited at the prospect of seeing both machines in the flesh. Watch this space…. One of the diesel strength coffee faithful, some might be surprised to find me partaking in tea…I’ve no love of that considered quintessentially English. Authentic Indian Chai and Rubious variants have always been warmly received but this “Clarity” herbal brew pleasantly surprises me. Combining a sweet, spicy flavour with stimulant properties, it encourages focus for long periods without caffeine’s unwelcome come down or diuretic properties that could make it the perfect pre/post ride beverage.

The Great Thaw

After two weeks comprising of casual fettling, inspecting potential car purchases and generally making best use of enforced saddle-leave, the coldest weather front in over two decades finally relented leaving water-logged roads and the need for mudguards-hence my first official ride of 2010 was aboard the Univega. This also presented the ideal opportunity for testing some fantastic little commuter lighting. Power to weight, the curiously monikered Nuke light easily knocks 5watt lead-acid lamps into the shade. Better still, it charges from the USB port or mains in just over three hours and the tool free handlebar bracket means it goes on and off in a flash.

Talking of flash, the sudden thaw brought legions of cyclists, from old couples aboard tandems to young families and competitive road racers freed from turbo trainer slavery flocking to the highways and byways. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to swap the gorillapod from Univega to Teenage Dream so you'll have to settle for this shot of said machine lazing on the outskirts of Peldon village. More fun comes courtesy of this Miche Xpress road-fixed wheelset. Mid section anodized rims with machined sidewalls are laced two cross to shapely large-flange hubs turning on super smooth cartridge bearings, promising a heady blend of zip for time trialing and reliability for four seasons' road duties. Rumour suggests they're growing in acclaim amongst the dispatch mob which bodes well for us mere mortals.

With a moderate £200 asking price they're a touch pretty for daily drivers left locked for long periods in and around slum neighbourhoods and those lured by the thrills and spills of fixed gear 'cross racing will find small flange hubs deliver a smoother ride. That said, first impressions are very favourable and I'll return with a more comprehensive report five hundred or so miles from now...

I've also received a pair of the Russian made Flax linen socks From Mila Ptashenko of Pure Linen so we'll see if the claimed health giving properties ward off the evil eye, keeping me sans germs for the remainder of winter. 2010 seems to be forging ahead at phenomenal speed relative to my sense of achievement but maybe there's some truth in the old adage of things being darkest before the dawn and hopefully lighter evenings will resurrect my creative spark. Another nice surprise is this Gusset stem arriving in today's post. With thirty-five degree rise and detailing topping that of models costing twice as much, it may provide the optimum position for tarmac and trail duties aboard the Univega.

Business took me to Cambridge, a city synonymous with academic excellence and one with an enviably safe cycling environment. Cyclists and pedestrians co-exist peaceably and without incident-even in the main shopping areas while the extensive network of generous cycle lanes provide seamless connection to suburbia. Refreshingly driver behaviour/attitudes seems notably improved with fewer incidents or aggressive undertones. Joe and Joanna public all too frequently assumes that vehicle taxation pays for road maintenance and thus use this(consciously or otherwise) to legitimate irrational and downright intimidatory behaviours towards more vulnerable traffic. Roads are of course, maintained and developed through direct taxation-irrespective of whether a motor vehicle is owned/used on the public highway.
Reminiscent of Amsterdam, there's a real sense of liberation in watching heavy, single speed hacks trickling along the car free concourse, the gentle tinkle of bells and rattle of chain guards/fenders announcing their presence to passers by. Cycle parking can border on abandonment thanks to sheer numbers but the seemingly progressive local authority has addressed this with the construction of large, secure, multi storey parking nestling alongside short stay car provision .

Fixers were conspicuous by their absence and glancing at them drew suspicious stares from their owners so the little Fuji stayed tucked away in my breast pocket. Common to most cities, theft is a serious problem and while this particular region isn't beset with the same degree of socio-economic hardship as some inner city locations, relative affluence, a transient population and ready motorway links translate into higher insurance premiums.

Consistent supply and demand means machines are offered openly for sale on street markets at suspiciously keen prices. The uncomfortable truth is so long as people remain ignorant/indifferent to stolen property, it will continue to flourish. Thieves lack the rudimentary values of mercy and compassion and simplistically, continue their sordid activities because they can. Punishment and consequence are infrequent relative to economic reward while such behaviour is labeled "victimless"-they get a bike from someone who's insured and therefore likely to get a new/better machine anyhow. Bicycle theft is curiously regarded as small beer to police and public alike but frequently just another avenue of organised crime incorporating car, van, motorcycle theft accompanied by drug and people trafficking/ money laundering of industrial proportion.

Anyone unfortunate enough to lose a treasured bike will confirm that insurance payouts are a last resort, sugaring the economic loss yet never replacing the memories of racing glory, epic rides, good times and bad told in nicked frame enamel and worn anodizing. Gone to pay for a fix, settle a debt or fill an order book!

Poverty and/or lack of opportunity are the over simplistic, default explanations for such phenomenon but fundamentally flawed rationale's. Much of the world lives in genuine poverty but does not steal. On a lighter note, the region has many fine bike shops and on the strength of my visit, a disproportionate number of hairdressers/barbers too-a bi-product of unprecedented incidences of helmet hair?

An Explosive Start

Well, not the sort of bangs one yearns for. Two punctures on the Univega caused by two shards of glass working through the tyre casing marked New Years' Eve but a minor irritation in comparison with the sudden demise of the Ka's cam-shaft, orbiting the M25 with son and co-pilot beside me on New Years' day. Mercifully as the Endura is an old eight valve pushrod engine, I was able to coax it the final eighty miles home. Alas, an estimated £600 rebuild pushes it beyond economic repair given twelve years and 90,000 miles. For the time being, this large load-lugging diesel Renault is serving me well. The purists will doubtless question my need for a car but 30,000 business miles (let alone the 9,000 aboard my two-wheeled fleet) dictates otherwise.

Purging the dreaded hiss proved trickier than first thought thanks to the unreliability of quick seal, glue-less patches that lift with frightening ease in sub zero temperatures. To the rescue comes my ultra dependable Rema tip-top found hibernating in the depths of a little used saddlebag, sealing both awkward holes first time, sans fuss-even opposite the valve stem on an ultra-light tube!

The river of advancement has flowed at a phenomenal rate over the past twenty years. Despite this, some things remain strangely familiar and the humble bar mounted computer is one such example. The Vetta on the right of the picture is one of the first generation wireless units, looking quaint in comparison with the fourteen function base model nestling beside it. However, they share identical batteries and very similar transponders, spoke magnets/consumerables.

Some firms are developing super-consoles incorporating rear view mirrors and a wealth of other space ace advances firmly rooted in science fiction. Not sure I'm ready for this particular quantum leap but that's the beauty of cycling-it can be as simple, or complex as we choose. An ultra compact, bar mounted sat nav on the other hand has my senses screaming with excitement...Technological developments and the economies of scale, supply and demand have certainly brought exotic materials well within the reach of most mortals while specifications continue to rise for the same and indeed, less outlay every year.

Admittedly, there's considerable badge engineering and cloning at play with only the decals and livery separating some brands. Such must be partially responsible for the revival in traditional, bespoke frame building. Now, I've always loved high quality steel framesets but contrary to the romantics, we're unlikely to return to the halcyon days of the post war era where (predominantly) young men qued up, desperate to be chosen for an apprenticeship by local wizards of the oxyacetylene torch.

Time and again, letters from bright young things crop up in the Cycling media asking if they should embark on a frame building course in preference to a BSC in engineering. The usual, reasoned editorial response is that academic qualification is a sound, life-long foundation. There's no reason why a career in frame building shouldn't follow but should demand drop off or ill-health force retirement, the academic grounding provides options and in some cases a lifeline. Twenty five years ago, skilled typesetters and artists re-touchers in the print industry enjoyed earnings equivalent to £1500 per week. Those days are but a memory thanks to radical changes in both production methods and the political landscape.

Just as there are remarkably good frame builders with little or no academic or formal education, there are salesmen "from the streets" earning five figure salaries, capable of out-witting psychology graduates without raising a finger. However, failure to adapt often sees such revered economic prowess vanish overnight.
Recent "Arctic" conditions have caused coastal based frame builder Justin Burls to contemplate the integrity of his workshop roof as it groans under the sheer weight of snow. That aside, he remains focused on long steady swims and turbo trainer slavery in preparation for his first triathlon in June. Our postman continues to slither tirelessly along the lanes aboard his 50lb Pashley delivering our mail with a cheery smile. However, such was seasonal demand, I've only just received the Jagwire cableset sent on December the 16th!
This week's new toy is a Gorilla pod- basically a highly articulate tripod made from rubberised discs capable of latching on to pretty much any surface-great for touring or casual group rides. This version comes complete with an integral spirit level and entertains cameras-including SLRs up to 800g. Thus far, I'm really impressed, although, there's been scant opportunity to come out to play/take many "from the cockpit" shots...Maybe next week!

Year's end coincides with the transformation of an old friend

Determined to complete the Teenage Dream's revamp, I set about stripping the old quill stem, fork and other threaded components ready for the local shop to work their magic given my mighty Czech headset press is nowhere to be found. To his credit, Alan at Riverside Cycle Centre very kindly performed the op on a while I waited basis. The early nineties saw a fashion for small scale/bespoke builders offering winter bike/frameset which was basically their race model only with mudguard eyes. The Teenage Dream is a textbook example of this genre with insufficient clearance even with 23mm rubber! While the full length Maple wood fenders look divine, endless fettling couldn't dissuade them from fouling the tyres. Therefore, for time being at least, we are sans guards until some race blades/similar come under my radar at the right price.

However, I'm delighted to report the New fork and Woodman components have transformed the front end, bringing handling bang up to date. New computer battery installed, it was time for some serious riding along memory lanes. I'm about twenty pounds heavier than back in 1991 but if anything I'm faster on the climbs and relatively fearless on the descents. Thundering along the flat, rural roads saw me transported back to the days spent emulating our racing heroes, the strange phenomenon of tractor racing and of course, exchanging personal philosophy, tales of unrequited love and component choice/preference at cola stops.
So as we count down to the New Year, a timely look at said bike's evolution. Gone are the Cinelli bar and quill stem, the Stronglight 80 cranks, FAG bottom bracket, Campagnolo Athena brakeset, twenty year old Vetta wireless computer, New Old Stock Gran Sport levers and Look/SPD pedals and Hutchinson HP20 tyres. Only the Mavic/Campag wheelset, Rolls Saddle, Kalloy Uno post, Campagnolo Victory mechs and Regina six speed block remain.

Today's spec sheet reflects a less arbitrary European stance: Campagnolo Xenon 53/39 crankset, Shimano UN53 bottom bracket, Genetic Look type pedals, Acor Carbon fork, Woodman Saturn headset, 8cm stem, Salsa Bell-Lap bars, Miche dual pivot brake callipers, Cane Creek SC5 aero levers, Dia tech light action down tube shifters, Kenda Konstrictor 700x23 tyres, basic cork wrap and Decathlon ten function wireless computer& Van Nicholas Ti bottle cage complete the line-up. The only planned developments are mudguards and of course, the Thompson post. However, these are wants as opposed to needs. A second "cold snap" is promised for the next forty eight hours so I think the Univega and I will be starting the year together. 2010 hasn't yet begun and I've already been invited to parts of the globe as diverse as Perth (Australia), Negombo and the Czech republic (No, I'm not going all that way for a headset press!). However, right now, I'm having a wander round the web in search of these, my favorite Cola...

Happy New Year!