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I found a new painful thing

You go out riding of a cold wintry morning, and while you’re out mashing yourself into a shrivelled-up ball of pain, you slop a load of energy gel on the legs of your thermal cycling tights. And you don’t really notice, because you’re being severely dropped on a climb by your riding partner and are too busy trying to fend off the man with the hammer to worry about goop on your legs.

So you get home and you go to remove your lovely toasty warm tights but the gel has set into an araldite-like epoxy glue, sticking the hairs of your upper thigh to the toasty warm fabric.

And so, while removing said clothes before a delicious warm shower, you give yourself an impromptu surprise waxing.

This is another reason why roadies shave the guns. It’s also a good reason to shave the guns beyond the normal shorts line. And a really good reason not to spill energy gel on a more vulnerable area.

This has been a public safety announcement

Ouch ouch ouch.

The US, Liberia, Burma and Liggetsherwenistan

This week, like many of you, I’m watching the Tour De France, which is wonderful, though I’m trying not to blog much about it because saturation.

Still, I have to note that I’m feeling particularly exercised during this tour, because I’m watching the SBS coverage, sitting about three metres from a 155cm television, in a country that runs on metric, watching a bike race – a sport that runs on metric – in a country that runs on metric and I still have Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwen attempting to explain stuff to me in miles.

Miles?

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On Rule Nine

Wake up. Dark. Push the cat off the pillow. Find smartphone. Check radar.

Oh man it’s raining again. Listen. Rain. Rain on the roof. Rain on the street. Rain. Rain for miles.

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The day I trained so hard I paralysed my dog

It was raining when I left the office this evening. I’d been vaguely planning to smash out a few hours of riding “on the way home” to make up for a weekend of CBF. When I saw the state of the local microclimate, I figured I’d hit the home trainer and do an hour or so in the tender loving care of The Sufferfest instead.

This is where the trouble began

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Loving the Local Bike Shop

Cycling Tips ran a piece recently on ten very cool bike shops. Yep, they’re pretty cool, but debate rages in the comments about the inclusion of two Melbourne shops and no Sydney places (or anywhere else in Australia for that matter). With that topic floating around in my mind I toddled off to my local cool bike shop – Atelier De Velo in Sydney’s CBD.

AdV is a very nice space indeed. Spacious and airy, with a coffee counter at the back looking out onto a little courtyard area (ex-London folk like me would call it a mews, actually), an unsegregated workshop space overlooked by a fantastic mural, plenty of vintage and modern kit to drool over, a wall so full of trick bikes that they spill out into two tiers and what’s more, downstairs is a whiskey bar (The Baxter) for when the bike shop closes and you need a little something extra. OK, so The Baxter isn’t actually part of the same business, but let’s face it, it shares a pretty cool space with Atelier. What’s more, the service is first rate. And an example of that came by during my visit today.

My mission, today, was to acquire a bit of energy food for this weekend’s Convict 100. While I was there, I figured I’d pick the brains of the guys about hydration and nutrition. I’m trying to move away from carrying a Camelbak in endurance races, having been spoiled by lap racing in the Shimano MTB GP series. It’s just nicer to ride unburdened, and that’s easy in lap races. But long marathons are a different matter.

The problem I of course have is that I currently ride a dual-suspension BMC Speedfox SF29 and as a result only have one bottle cage. Most 100km races I’ve done have three aid stations, meaning I’d have to make a single bottle stretch to 25+km – a big ask if riding hard – or find a way to carry a second bidon along with the other essentials of a long MTB race (toolkit, food, water, electrolyte tabs). That’s some full jersey pockets, and full jersey pockets are worse than the camelbak.

A triathlon-style rail-mount is too likely to lose bottles over rough ground, but Chris knew what I was looking for, even if I didn’t.

“Go down the road to the [redacted] dealer and see if they have a pair of [brand] seatpost mount rings. I’ve got a pair and they rock”, said he. “They should fit your seatpin, which is what, 31.8?”

Yep, the LBS sent me to a competitor because they knew exactly what I needed. Customer needs came first and I applauded inwardly (and called back in for another coffee later) when the dealer in question came up with the goods. And, of course, put some money over the counter at AdV for the rest of my gear. And decided it was worth writing about.

Anyway, that’s one of the reasons my LBS is awesome, and why you should be buying at your local whenever you can, instead of running off to the internet every time you need a piece of kit. Internet retailers definitely have their place, but how many of them will send you down the digital road to the competition just because you need a particular thing that they don’t have on the shelf? How many of them can whip out an allen key and fix a niggling bike problem on the spot, just because you’ve mentioned it offhand? How many of them serve brilliant coffee?

And how can browsing bikeporn on the internet compare with browsing it in-the-flesh over a cup of espresso and some avocado on toast?

It can’t. It just can’t.

The Rocky Trail Shimano MTB GP Series starts Monday

And I’ll be there, barring the worst of disasters on my final prep ride at Awaba tomorrow.

Beware, though, Monday is April Fool’s Day. Expect shenanigans.

A moment for a minor rant

Yesterday afternoon, as I was heading home early from work – rather unusually on my road bike – disaster struck.

At about 45km/h on Lilyfield Road, my bike bottle made a daring escape from the cage in which it had been imprisoned, and leaped to freedom.

A rather short-lived freedom that ended a millisecond later as it was crushed to death under my rear wheel.

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Lebensraum

Sometimes, one simply cannot resist…

Why Strava, Lance Armstrong and Rule 5 will be the death of me

I did a 170km ride yesterday, in an average temperature of 32°C. On a mountain bike. Because Strava wanted me to.

I rode the MTB because the weather in general has been thrashing rain alternating with periods of blasting humidity – and I didn’t want to be caught out in a potential downpour on my road bike, since that thing is frankly terrifying in the rain.

But that’s not the thing that’ll kill me.

When I arrived home, I had – not surprisingly, given the distance and temperature – some issues with chamois-area soreness. In my house are several tubes of a topical corticosteroid (prescribed to my girlfriend but sitting unopened in a drawer) which, had I used it, would have cleared up the problem a treat. However whenever I see the words “topical corticosteroid”, I think of Lance-fucking-Armstrong and can’t use it. So I have to HTFU and, at best, use a simple moisturiser or chamois cream

So I’m still sore. But that’s not the thing that’ll kill me.

This week, the day after I complete the Quarq Power Trip Challenge, Strava again wants me to hit a goal on the bike – this time it’s 15 hours in the coming week. I could simply decline the challenge and ride in moderation, given that the opening race of my season is due for this coming Saturday. But rule 5.

So, tired as I was, and sore as I was, I was back on the bike this morning, wincing all the way and averaging roughly 5km/h slower than my usual commute pace.

In and of itself, that’s not the thing that’ll kill me

It’s all of it together – which combines to form a thing we call “cycling”.

That’s what’ll be the death of me.

See you after race weekend, folks, I’m off to prep the bike for a few more hours in the saddle.

 

Review of 2012: The author’s highlights

It’s still January, so I feel I should be partaking of the retrospective fever that grips so many people around this time of year. Sure, we’re two weeks in, but hey, I’ve been busy.

More importantly, it’s roughly a year since I myself got back on the bike, after a very long leave of absence. So here’s what I did in 2012. (Don’t worry, I’ll cover 2012 in pro racing in the next day or two). Feel free to click away if the cycling tales of nearly-middle-aged blokes bore you to tears.

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