Two months without a post.. it's not that I haven't wanted to, honest;
I've just had bugger all of interest to say, no ground breaking reveleations there then. Lack of interesting conversation very rarely keeps me quiet and, if I'm honest, I have been doing stuff.
Interesting stuff if you reside at ABR Towers, of little more than passing 'that's nice dear' interest to the rest of the world.
Our house has been put on the market, viewed and sold, we, in turn have viewed, put in offers, had a house withdrawn from sale from under our noses, viewed some more and finally (it was a week, but a week is a long time when you have my attention span) had an offer accepted. Our future home currently lies in the hands of money grabbing solicitors with a frenchman's opinion on what constitutes hard work, I expect to move in sometime around New Year, what year remains an exciting mystery..
I've also ridden. A trip to Brechfa and plenty of forays in the Forest with old riding buddies that prove, no matter the time between meetings, true mates are always pleased to see you (and happily prove it by mercilessly piss taking everything you do or say).
I'm currently neck deep in revision for an upcoming exam, an exam that takes place just before 24/12, a weekend I'm hugely looking forward to, it'll be an opportunity to ride with Rex and camp in our oversized tent with family.
Right, that's the two month thing sorted, back to the books
Keep pedalling!
Monday, 18 June 2012
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
April already
Doesn't time fly when you're enjoying yourself*
So my last post was just ahead of the Wentwood 50. An event that I completed in a rather disappointing time, but with a smile on my face. The enduro landed bang in the middle of a cracking spell of weather and this made for rather novel issue for the UK.. I spotted a fair number of riders writhing on the floor with cramps in various bits.
The course however, was fantastic, plenty of new bits were added from the 2011 version and they had moved things around abit to make the whole thing tough but rewarding.
My riding has really been low in both quality and quantity if I'm honest, if 'Fitness' and 'Slack' were placed on opposite ends of a seesaw then 'Slack' would be winning lardy butt down at present.
I went to Afan a few weeks ago, I'd not visited for a good couple of years and couldn't remember any of it. It was a good day and we seemed blessed on the whole with the weather. I could feel my riding improve as the day wore on and, on the final descent removed fingers from brakes and concentrated on attack.
This new and improved attitude served me well for 75% of the descent until the chain came off, not a problem, I hopped off and discovered the cage of my rear mech was bent.. how the hell that happened I can't say. All I know is that to buy the replacement will cost me £52.. a new mech will cost me £53.. SRAM really are a bunch of thieving arses aren't they?
Singlespeed it is then...
*up to your eyes in work can't really be classed as enjoyment can it?
So my last post was just ahead of the Wentwood 50. An event that I completed in a rather disappointing time, but with a smile on my face. The enduro landed bang in the middle of a cracking spell of weather and this made for rather novel issue for the UK.. I spotted a fair number of riders writhing on the floor with cramps in various bits.
The course however, was fantastic, plenty of new bits were added from the 2011 version and they had moved things around abit to make the whole thing tough but rewarding.
My riding has really been low in both quality and quantity if I'm honest, if 'Fitness' and 'Slack' were placed on opposite ends of a seesaw then 'Slack' would be winning lardy butt down at present.
I went to Afan a few weeks ago, I'd not visited for a good couple of years and couldn't remember any of it. It was a good day and we seemed blessed on the whole with the weather. I could feel my riding improve as the day wore on and, on the final descent removed fingers from brakes and concentrated on attack.
This new and improved attitude served me well for 75% of the descent until the chain came off, not a problem, I hopped off and discovered the cage of my rear mech was bent.. how the hell that happened I can't say. All I know is that to buy the replacement will cost me £52.. a new mech will cost me £53.. SRAM really are a bunch of thieving arses aren't they?
Singlespeed it is then...
*up to your eyes in work can't really be classed as enjoyment can it?
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Perfect Prep?
I sometimes wonder whether the man with his eye on the big game is having a laugh at my expense. During my last event of 2011 my rear shifter decided to give up the ghost a mere 200 metres before the start line. Hurried replacement and a charge to the line in time to see my fellow competitors moving off were the order of the day.
In order to get myself ready for Wentwood my preparation started last night... and ended this morning with nothing in between.
A thorough clean off after Tuesdays cracking ride around Rivelin Valley saw me finding a few little things that need attention.
My 10 month old Hope BB is making noises that 10 month old bottom brackets shouldn't and, more annoying, my rear SRAM X9 shifter decided that it wanted to play the same game as the front one did last year.
Cue swearing, late night google searches and dozens of attempts to get little springs back into tinier spaces in the old shifter.
I eventually gave up on the idea of repair some time past midnight and dejectedly switched searching the net from 'Repair' to 'Buy'.
Two things spring to mind when considering SRAM;
1) When they work, they're fantastic
2) When you need to buy them they're bastard expensive
A final decision saw Chainreactions relieve me of yet more of CJ's inheritance in the vain hope they will deliver in time for sundays start line.
A frustrated text to Nic this morning proved the theory that seeing things the next morning always makes it seem a bit better. The offer of a loaned shifter whilst he attempts a second SRAM warranty replacement for me in as many months and the suggestion that a similar try with Hope will probably see me right on the Bottom Bracket front.
I know that the internet based cycles stores are the first stop off point for many cyclists, but you can't beat the service from your local one.
So, my prep hasn't been perfect, the bike will need more work the day before the event, my legs have less miles in than I had hoped and I have a sleep deficit last seen when CJ was about 2 weeks old.
At least I've got the all the bad stuff out of the way eh?
In order to get myself ready for Wentwood my preparation started last night... and ended this morning with nothing in between.
A thorough clean off after Tuesdays cracking ride around Rivelin Valley saw me finding a few little things that need attention.
My 10 month old Hope BB is making noises that 10 month old bottom brackets shouldn't and, more annoying, my rear SRAM X9 shifter decided that it wanted to play the same game as the front one did last year.
Cue swearing, late night google searches and dozens of attempts to get little springs back into tinier spaces in the old shifter.
I eventually gave up on the idea of repair some time past midnight and dejectedly switched searching the net from 'Repair' to 'Buy'.
Two things spring to mind when considering SRAM;
1) When they work, they're fantastic
2) When you need to buy them they're bastard expensive
A final decision saw Chainreactions relieve me of yet more of CJ's inheritance in the vain hope they will deliver in time for sundays start line.
A frustrated text to Nic this morning proved the theory that seeing things the next morning always makes it seem a bit better. The offer of a loaned shifter whilst he attempts a second SRAM warranty replacement for me in as many months and the suggestion that a similar try with Hope will probably see me right on the Bottom Bracket front.
I know that the internet based cycles stores are the first stop off point for many cyclists, but you can't beat the service from your local one.
So, my prep hasn't been perfect, the bike will need more work the day before the event, my legs have less miles in than I had hoped and I have a sleep deficit last seen when CJ was about 2 weeks old.
At least I've got the all the bad stuff out of the way eh?
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Miles or Smiles?
Should anyone have cared to notice, it's now about a week 'til the Goshawk Challenge.
A ride that last year brought me tiredness, a deep questioning over my own sanity and one hell of a final descent..
I promised I'd be back.. I will be
I promised I'd be fitter.. oh arse
Not enough miles, simple as that, but, the miles I've done have brought smiles to my face and sometimes that is more important than churning out countless miles and weighing your lunch.
I know I need to get fitter, I always do, but I've started enjoying my riding again and have a real desire to get out do it. That probably has something to do with the fact the evenings are getting lighter, but the last few rides I have had really have ticked the right boxes for me.
Last nights for example, a ride around Low Bradfield and best described as 'cheeky' - a route thrown together by Chris whilst walking 'somewhere new' with his soon to be wife.. good skills I say.
The possible descent the whole route was based around proved to be challenging - in that we all fell off, but the eagle eyed gent had spotted another option and kindly informed us as much once we had rolled (bodily) to a halt at the bottom of the rather stony trail. A lung challenging hike a bike later saw us climbing over the 20th or so fence of the evening before embarking on a real beauty of a trail, roots, little drops and enough flow to ensure we all reached the bottom with speech rpm wound right up.
A steep road climb to reach the top of another trail saw us ratchet cheeky up to 11 by short cutting through a church yard.
"Best be sneaky here lads" informed Chris, as if on cue we dowsed our lights, at which point my mobile rang.. then stopped, then rang.. and so on for the next five minutes.
For anyone who has never seen Low Bradfield, picture Midsomer, in my minds eye Barnaby was turning up the following morning after the discovery of three pitchforked to death mtbers were found next to a ringing mobile..
A great ride though, lots of laughs and an evening warm enough for short sleeves to be suitable even at 9pm.. that felt odd for February I can tell you.
So, Goshawk may again punish me for my lack of preparation, but I'm willing to risk it
A ride that last year brought me tiredness, a deep questioning over my own sanity and one hell of a final descent..
I promised I'd be back.. I will be
I promised I'd be fitter.. oh arse
Not enough miles, simple as that, but, the miles I've done have brought smiles to my face and sometimes that is more important than churning out countless miles and weighing your lunch.
I know I need to get fitter, I always do, but I've started enjoying my riding again and have a real desire to get out do it. That probably has something to do with the fact the evenings are getting lighter, but the last few rides I have had really have ticked the right boxes for me.
Last nights for example, a ride around Low Bradfield and best described as 'cheeky' - a route thrown together by Chris whilst walking 'somewhere new' with his soon to be wife.. good skills I say.
The possible descent the whole route was based around proved to be challenging - in that we all fell off, but the eagle eyed gent had spotted another option and kindly informed us as much once we had rolled (bodily) to a halt at the bottom of the rather stony trail. A lung challenging hike a bike later saw us climbing over the 20th or so fence of the evening before embarking on a real beauty of a trail, roots, little drops and enough flow to ensure we all reached the bottom with speech rpm wound right up.
A steep road climb to reach the top of another trail saw us ratchet cheeky up to 11 by short cutting through a church yard.
"Best be sneaky here lads" informed Chris, as if on cue we dowsed our lights, at which point my mobile rang.. then stopped, then rang.. and so on for the next five minutes.
For anyone who has never seen Low Bradfield, picture Midsomer, in my minds eye Barnaby was turning up the following morning after the discovery of three pitchforked to death mtbers were found next to a ringing mobile..
A great ride though, lots of laughs and an evening warm enough for short sleeves to be suitable even at 9pm.. that felt odd for February I can tell you.
So, Goshawk may again punish me for my lack of preparation, but I'm willing to risk it
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Lezyne Micro Floor Drive HV Pump Review
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| Picture courtesy of Lezyne |
A few months back I bought a puncture repair kit made by Lezyne, a company founded in 2007 that set out to design high quality cycling equipment. I admit to falling slightly in love with its styling, daft I know for something as seemingly inconsequential as a puncture repair kit, but some things are not only functional but finished in such a way that you have no option but to admire the design process behind them.
Lezyne therefore seemed an ideal starting point for the trail pump. My final choice is the High Volume track / trail pump that is designed for MTBs, they also do a High Pressure variant for Roadies. The next choice was whether or not I needed a pressure gauge, I decided I didn't and that the time honoured tradition of checking tyre pressures with the thumb and forefinger squeeze hasn't done me wrong yet (I can't be arsed to get too hung up on tyre pressures I have to admit and stare blankly at people when they ask what pressures I run my tyres at).
I went for the Lezyne Micro Floor Drive HV after much agonising..
The rather eye watering price is £32.99, A tag would suggest normally being reserved for full on track pumps, but I have bought cheap before and usually send them spinning over next doors hedge with a frustrated drop kick after a pre-trail trial proves they match their price tag.
When it arrived it I was keen to give it a try, the weight is feather light at 150g and the quality of finish exceptional, with lazer etched logos on the handle.There is a 60cm long hose to ensure you don't have the issue of direct attachment issues of the bike wobbling when you pump the tyre up and a thread chuck to securely fit onto the valve - this proved both a curse and blessing during my first attempt as I managed to unscrew the valve stem deflating my nicely inflated tyre within a second or two. Once I got the hang of it though, it really did make short work of inflating my tyre (2.2" Bontrager Mud X) From dead flat to pressure in 58 pumps *ahem*, way quicker than other trail pumps I've owned.
Whilst using it I did notice the handle is small and uncomfortable after a time (I wouldn't want to do three or four tyres in a row with it that's for sure) but with gloves on it's not unbearable - this is a common complaint though and most user reviews I've seen make mention of the same thing.
There is also a fold out foot rest (foot rest is probably stretching it a little, it's about 3" long, but it does the job of keeping the pump upright during use)It comes with a bottle cage mount but to be honest, it's on the large side for that and I also wouldn't want to lose it so it lives in my pack instead, the weight is bugger all so it won't slow me down.
Pro's
Solid Build
Styling
Efficient
Positive Connection to tube valve
Cons
Cost
Uncomfortable handle
Overall
This is a high recommendation if you're after a well styled and effective pump, with it's high volume capability it would make an ideal companion for long trips or travel, the cons are far outweighed in my eyes
Monday, 16 January 2012
Reminder..
I've had this for a couple of weeks, but haven't published it for some reason..
The lights of my riding buddies fade in the distance, dropping my head, I concentrate on the pool of light in front of my front wheel and resume the bollocking I'd been giving myself for the past 30 minutes. As the track rises I click down gears and stand on increasingly tired legs to summit before another wave of tiredness robs me of yet more precious momentum.
Rounding a corner I drift to a stop beside them, two concerned faces highlighted by the powerful beam of light shining from my headlight. I can tell they're worried, instead of the merciless piss taking they ask quietly if I'm ok and reassure me that we'll soon be back at the carpark.. there's just the final descent to home, warmth and food...
The final descent, that fantastic opportunity on normal rides to race against friends one last time until responsibility drags me reluctantly to home. This time it is faced with nothing more than a stoic resolve to get down in one piece.
We set off again, them racing off ahead, me consumed by the dreaded 'bonk'. Reflexes are dulled and my riding is cling on rather than hang off.
I reach the carpark, clearly some time has passed between my riding buddies getting there and me rolling in. Again at a stop I rest my forehead on my bars and contemplate the seemingly monster task of loading a muddy bike and rider into a car for the drive home..
The idiot with his hand on the door is me though.. I've let the laziness in through the mistaken belief I'd kept more fitness than I had.. laziness that has blown the house of cards down around my ears and I'm now staring dejectedly at the scattered remains of 2011's health coming to a rest at my feet.
Getting home after that ride I re-read a post I wrote ahead of last years Enduro about a new mindset.. I needed reminding, the ride served the purpose of doubling the new resolve. I felt angry that I had wasted my hard work, I know illness has played its part and I can bet that I've not had this many colds in such a short space of time for years. I was angry nonetheless. I have plans for 2012, plans that require a fitness I've not had before and I don't want to be apologetically writing at the end of the the year about how I didn't do them because..
So, I need to regain my aggression, assume nothing and set out to demolish 2012..
Rounding a corner I drift to a stop beside them, two concerned faces highlighted by the powerful beam of light shining from my headlight. I can tell they're worried, instead of the merciless piss taking they ask quietly if I'm ok and reassure me that we'll soon be back at the carpark.. there's just the final descent to home, warmth and food...
The final descent, that fantastic opportunity on normal rides to race against friends one last time until responsibility drags me reluctantly to home. This time it is faced with nothing more than a stoic resolve to get down in one piece.
We set off again, them racing off ahead, me consumed by the dreaded 'bonk'. Reflexes are dulled and my riding is cling on rather than hang off.
I reach the carpark, clearly some time has passed between my riding buddies getting there and me rolling in. Again at a stop I rest my forehead on my bars and contemplate the seemingly monster task of loading a muddy bike and rider into a car for the drive home..
----x----
So, that was the ride then, my mid Christmas ride that I've been looking forward to for some time, my fitness has gone from high to low in a few arrogant months and I suddenly face the prospect of rebuilding it all again, the task at hand is now akin to reaching forward to place the last two playing cards on the full pack tower only for someone to open the door and blow the whole lot down.The idiot with his hand on the door is me though.. I've let the laziness in through the mistaken belief I'd kept more fitness than I had.. laziness that has blown the house of cards down around my ears and I'm now staring dejectedly at the scattered remains of 2011's health coming to a rest at my feet.
Getting home after that ride I re-read a post I wrote ahead of last years Enduro about a new mindset.. I needed reminding, the ride served the purpose of doubling the new resolve. I felt angry that I had wasted my hard work, I know illness has played its part and I can bet that I've not had this many colds in such a short space of time for years. I was angry nonetheless. I have plans for 2012, plans that require a fitness I've not had before and I don't want to be apologetically writing at the end of the the year about how I didn't do them because..
So, I need to regain my aggression, assume nothing and set out to demolish 2012..
Thursday, 15 December 2011
I'm still here..
It's been quiet online.. work has been manic and I'm once again in the middle of study ahead of exams in January.
Stuff has been happening though, I've been riding (not as much as I wanted), I've run a bit (pleased with how I coped to be honest) but have seemingly been unable to get myself to the gym of late.
I also went to the premiere of the awesome From The Inside Out.. a biking film so amazing on the big screen that I got home and immediately downloaded it..
Seeing this sort of thing both motivates and disappoints.. I want to get out and crank the pedals down singletrack, but have had the back of my mind that I'll never be able to make a bike I own do the stuff these lads can.. ah well.. if it was easy, no one would bother paying 7 quid to go watch it would they?
There is something though, something sitting in mind that I've pushed out to just one person.. until things become certain.. that's the way it'll stay ;o)
Stuff has been happening though, I've been riding (not as much as I wanted), I've run a bit (pleased with how I coped to be honest) but have seemingly been unable to get myself to the gym of late.
I also went to the premiere of the awesome From The Inside Out.. a biking film so amazing on the big screen that I got home and immediately downloaded it..
Seeing this sort of thing both motivates and disappoints.. I want to get out and crank the pedals down singletrack, but have had the back of my mind that I'll never be able to make a bike I own do the stuff these lads can.. ah well.. if it was easy, no one would bother paying 7 quid to go watch it would they?
There is something though, something sitting in mind that I've pushed out to just one person.. until things become certain.. that's the way it'll stay ;o)
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