- Chrome fenders
- Soubitez 6v 3W Front & Rear Dyno Light System
- Front Quick Release
- Rear Rack
- Seat Bag
- Speedometer with 27" worm/cable drive
- Wire Grocery basket
- Handlebar bell
- Brooks Saddle
- misc tools, etc, that I could put in the seat bag
Dreaming big in 2019! Just finished up my graduate school adventure in New Orleans, and now the world awaits!
Got a sweet deal on this frame off of ebay last week. It just came in today, switching all the components from the Raleigh touring frame to this single purpose cyclocross machine!
Recently I've been building a cyclo-cross (CX) bike for the upcoming CX season and like many other bike projects, I'm always convinced I can build a bike cheaper than I can buy a new one. This of course only being marginally true if you have a line on acquiring all the necessary parts at a very good price! In reality, I'm not sure this ever works out to be true, but it does put a lot of spare parts I have sitting around back into service again. One of the key deals I got on some parts I didn't have was a set of 9 speed 105 STI levers (ST-5500). The rear (and most critical lever of the two) was gummed up and not working right. After spraying it with some magic aerosol from the bike shop it worked better, but still not good enough to put on the bike. I then decided, I'll just tear it down clean it up and put it back together. A quick internet search revealed that this is not possible, don't do it, sti levers are not serviceable! Fair enough, but there was about 2 websites I found where people had done it and successfully put them back together. Now if anything is broke you're out of luck, Shimano doesn't make service parts for the internals. OK, so fair enough no service parts, but the real reason no one recommends taking them apart is that they are super complex and require very good mechanical skills to understand the parts and put them back together! There is no schematic by the way, but there are few helpful websites from the successful few that have done it.
So I partially took it apart and my first try at putting it back together, I discovered I had just created a pile of junk! Considering it wasn't usable before I started I'm out anything, but that's not the problem. If you're not aware, I'm a Mechanical Engineer, and while I'm above average for book smarts, my real skill is that I have super hands on and practical skills. This is something that sadly many ME's are missing, (but that's completely different subject). So now it's game on, I cannot let the STI mechanism out smart me, it is not my concern that Shimano says the levers are not serviceable.
So who won? I have to admit though the STI mechanism was a solid opponent, I haven't had to do anything this challenging for quite awhile… How did I do it? First, I took pictures as I tore it down. Then I cleaned all the parts. Then I slowly reassembled and figured out what each part did and how. Finally, I was down to the last part and it nearly outsmarted me, and as a last resort effort I took the left hand shifter apart to see what I was missing. Thank goodness for that lever, I'm not sure I would have figured out this last trick on my own! 6 hours later, the STI lever is ready to go back on the bike!
Last thing I'll note is that besides the assembly order of the parts, the biggest challenge is getting all the springs wound up and back in place! There's 3 easy ones, 3 not so easy ones, and 1 super difficult one.
27 August 2011
Finally a free weekend to get a local Nebraska race in! It's really been a long time since I've been in reasonably decent shape at the starting line of a Psycowpath event. The races I did in 2009 definitely don't meet that criteria. My choices for which class to race in were Cat II open or Cat II 35+, after checking previous race times, I decided to go with the slower group, which was the 35+ and that should give me the best shot at finishing higher up. I really didn't expect to do all that well because historically I never have at races in NE. Compared to my days of racing in Illinois, Nebraska riders are just faster. Really, though, today's race was just going to be a good benchmark to see where my fitness is at and give me an idea of how far I've come and how far I've yet to go before next year.
Overall, I felt good about my conditioning and I feel I'm actually pretty close the level I was at nearly 6 years ago when I stopped racing, not quite, but close. At the start I felt like I could attack and sprint for a decent spot in the line-up into the trails. I ended up going into the trails around 4th. By age group, I was in even better position. There was actually a pretty low turnout for this race, so open and 35+ started together. It's been a long time since I've been in a regular XC race. It was like coming home, it felt great, and I was reminded of why I love racing mtb the most. Although it's a race against other riders, that part fades away once the race is underway, it's really just me against myself, an all out TT battle to get to the finish line as fast as possible. During the race I was also reminded of how little actual single track riding I have done this summer, I was over shooting corners all over the place and constantly taking bad lines and losing my momentum. After the first lap, I got better, but still I need to do more XC training throughout the summer (on real single track).
The race was only 3 laps and I finished with a time around 1:20:00, which was good enough for 3rd place in 35+ and 4th place overall Cat II. Which is way better than I thought I would do. Due the low turnout of racers, not all of the fast guys were there, so maybe I wouldn't have got a medal at many of the other events, but overall I was very happy with my performance, feel I'm on track heading into CX season and the winter.
Getting a medal in a Psycowpath race is really a great landmark to my many comeback attempts (2006 failed, 2009 mildly successful). I did not expect to get one of these this year, so now having one really makes this year's comeback attempt really feel successful and like I'm really makings some progress! While I still won't state that my comeback is complete, at least I'm on track and getting staged as a force to be reckoned with!
3rd place on the podium (Weiland brother's weren't there)
As is typical for all Leadville write-ups, there's just no short way to do it, unless of course you want to skip everything that happened and just know that, yes, I finished and my time was 10:51:15. You can stop reading now if that's all you needed to know, but as the saying goes: It's not about the destination, but the journey and that is the story I'm going to tell.
As I summarized before: only two short weeks ago I got into the Leadville 100 mtb race, via the Crested Butte Qualifier Race. My excitement soon turned into nervous anticipation as finishing this race is not optional: I want the belt buckle and I'm going to "Dig Deep" to get it. "Dig Deep" is one of the race's motto's which has double meaning as Leadville is a mining town and miners have to dig deep to find gold and silver (not an easy task), for this race dig deep means pushing yourself through all conditions, pain, and mental doubt to make it to the finish line. For me this means, there is two ways to end the race:
I'm crossing the finish line or I'm getting hauled off in a ambulance!
That might sound a bit dramatic and perhaps it's too much pressure to put on myself, but this kind of vision is due to several things: I'm properly trained, my nutrition is well planned, and I've done everything possible to ensure my bike doesn't break.
Although nervous, I am super excited about this race! A couple good friends drove out with me to help crew and cheer me on. We left Grand Island Thursday after work, and after staying at a friend's house in Louisville, CO that night, we arrived in Leadville around 7:30am to beat the rush for the mandatory medical check-in and packet pick-up. After walking around town awhile it was time for the racer's meeting, and then after that we finally were done with the mandatory meetings and got the bikes out for an easy ride to loosen up the legs. If you're ever in Leadville, I recommend riding the Mineral Trail, it's paved and about 14 miles around town. It has awesome views and many info stops to learn about the left over structures from mining in the early 1900's. After checking into our cabin, we were back in town at 5:00 pm to drop off my aid station bags and to eat at the free spaghetti dinner. After some final bike checks and getting the race numbers put on I was ready to go for the race the next morning.
5:30 AM is early to show up at the starting line, and requires getting out of bed around 4:30AM. At 10,000 ft in the mountains it's cold this early. It was 42 degrees when I loaded the bike onto the car. At the staging area of the race, it was crowded. 1600 riders and there were a few details that didn't work out quite right, according to the race manual I was supposed to have a corral to line up in as I had previously finished the race and that was to put me ahead of all the first timer's and non-finisher's. It turned out there was no corral as stated in the instructions and I was on my own to battle all the first timers that believed they were all 9 hr finisher's. I'm going to call my next move neutral Karma. With a fellow conspirator we picked our bikes up above our head and walked straight out to the center of the road and right to the front (of the nubee corral). Quite a few people were not happy about this move, but hey the rules state you have to be with your bike, laying your bike down in the street doesn't reserve your spot. Where we walked to there was nobody standing there. Legal move in my book, but maybe not very courteous… Now I was in good position and not really concerned about not getting the corral.
When the gun goes off, nothing happens, sure the leaders take off, but the rest of us stand around while everyone in front funnels out of the gates and eventually we take off. Like the previous years, we all have an electronic chip on our ankle so our exact time is tracked, so technically, the time for each rider doesn't start until he or she crosses the start line.
Having one year under my belt was very helpful at the start, I knew to get moving forward through the crowds during the neutral start and then when the first climbs hit, I knew to stay calm and just take them easy. There is nowhere to go, it takes way too much energy to pass and there is plenty of race left to make up time. With this strategy, I felt good, was riding easy and the first couple climbs were a breeze and best of all I was ahead of my previous time split, by around 15 minutes. Wow I was feeling good and looking forward to a fun day on the bike!
Well, it's a given it was going to be a fun day on the bike, but around hour 4 things started going bad. Somehow, I missed the Twin Peaks aid station, maybe I was partly delirious already or just plain unobservant, but I missed this critical refueling stop and now I was headed up Columbine with minimal water and food. I barely had enough water for the next 2 hours and I only had one option for getting more food, and that was to rely on the goodwill of my fellow riders. This turned out to no problem, the few people I asked, gladly handed over a few spare GU shots and/or bars and I was refueled and on my way. Wow, super nice of them, (not that I wouldn't have done the same thing), but I was definitely thinking about neutral Karma move at the start and wondering how that played into the big picture.
At the top of Columbine, my time split was 5:30, which is 30 minutes ahead of previous time. I now had a change to fully refuel, fill up with electrolytes and I was well stocked and on my way back down the mountain. I ended up restocking so well that there was no need to stop at Twin Lakes on the way back, so I just cruised on through. This was around 7 hours, and this is when I started thinking that I was really going downhill.
I didn't doubt my ability to finish the race, but I was going to have to start "Digging Deep" and it really seemed too early to have to do such a thing.
The next hour wasn't so bad, but finishing the rest of the race was a battle. On the final paved climb, I was down to my small chain ring in front, which was uncharacteristic of most everyone riding by me that would finish with a similar time. I was just shelled out and this is all the gear I could turn. It was enough however to keep me moving and eventually I crested the final climb and still was on track to break the 11 hour mark! The last point I'll note about this part of the race is that the descents were just as painful as the climbs, my feet hurt, my arms were tired and it took all my concentration to navigate the rocky terrain.
Finally, as I rounded the last switchback coming down St Kevin's it was all dirt roads and pavement left to the finish line. I realized at this point that not only was I going to break the 11 hour mark, I also had a chance to do so by a fair amount of time. Like 2009, this is when the adrenaline kicks in, it's also nice because the home stretch is similar to riding in Nebraska, which means it's relatively flat, so adrenaline + terrain I'm used to riding = a fast ride to the finish, I passed a lot of rider's on the way in, maybe I didn't work hard enough earlier for having this kind of energy left, but no one was interested in drafting off me and in no time at all the red carpet to the finish line was in sight and buckle number 2 earned!
So the race was tough and I was glad to be finished, but the next day after the award ceremony, I had my buckle and we were on our way home when it hit me:
It can't be over, I want more and next year seems a long ways away!
My plan is to do better or at least just as good as I did in 09. I have this taped to my bike to keep tabs on during the race.
It was painful only sleeping 4 hrs and having to get up at 4:30 am but well worth it to not have to stand in this line!
6 August 2011
As most cyclists are aware, anytime the big names are gathered from around the area for a touring event like this one, it's a given that the lead is group is really assembling for the next battle of the Cycling World Championship Race Series. Today's battle, was epic as usual and had the added advantage of being for a good cause.
This event as advertised is a 30 or 60 mile tour starting in Dannebrog and due to road closures was an out and back route to Loup City via Hwy 58. Entry fee for the event covers the free t-shirt, aid stops, infamous Dannebrog pizza, and the proceeds benefit Mark's Bikes for the Needy program. Certainly a great ride and cause well worth supporting.
The route is U-shaped and the wind was not favorable, especially on the return. Leaving Dannebrog at 8:00 AM, it was game on, I hadn't realized yet that this event was another installment of the World Championships, but as usual I planned to be at the front and in position to catch the break away if anyone was feeling trigger happy. I should have known I could rely on Mike and Todd from Kearney to keep the pace high and the weak drafting. After some initial confusion a pace line finally organized. Early on I kept in the draft and didn't expend any extra effort until I had a good idea of how the ride was going to play out and how I was feeling. What I didn't expect was the jump in performance I would see on today's ride, as all my training has finally added up to some serious gains that are reminiscent of my old race legs and it's awesome to be so close to being back!
We skipped the first aid station, at 15 miles as there was really no need to stop, many people didn't agree, but after a quick regroup there was only 4 of us left, myself, Mike, Todd, and Kendrick. Mike was certainly the strongest on the ride and set the pace at a blistering 26-27 mph and the pace line started rotating, every time I was in the lead, I pushed hard, watched my heart rate and rotated through when I still felt like I had enough left to catch back into the draft. On the way out I hadn't yet realized how much my training was starting to pay off. As we rolled into the turn-around aid station, I was still in the lead group and amazingly felt pretty good. We waited around here for everyone to regroup and after a decent break, the whole pack (maybe 15 riders) headed back for the return trip.
On the return we immediately discovered that we had a tail wind on the way out, this dictated a 23 mph pace on the way back (once again set by Mike), I think the rest of us were taking pulls in the 21-22 range… Still feeling good and wanting to do my share of the work I took as long of pulls as I could and still saved enough to get back into the draft. Somewhere around mile 45, I was starting to fatigue, but the group was dwindling, I think we were down to 10 at this point, and by mile 55 there was only 3 of us left. No one contested Mike as he pulled us into Dannebrog and the ride was over, I was super glad that I had hung on and did a respectable amount of the work. Certainly I surprised myself and probably many other on the ride taking the pulls at the front like I had done, which was unthinkable earlier in the year. Although, I knew I would eventually get back to this point it seemed a long ways away yet.
The Dannebrog pizza is as good as it is popular. Super deep and covered with tons of cheese, it was awesome, pretty much everyone could only eat 2 to 3 pieces, I ate 2 and really should only have ate one. Around 1pm, it was back to Grand Island and another installment of the World Championships was concluded and my ego was boosted (as if I really needed that)…
Now it's rest and recovery rides until Leadville next weekend!