Sunday, April 29, 2012

Eyes on the road, hands on the handlebars...

Three weeks ago, I had a bicycle accident in Onondaga park. I was just coming out of a long sprint on a track bike, and stupidly, I let go of the handlebars, got upright to relax my back, and pedaled hands free for a while, watching the landscape, still going fast, until my right foot slipped... I went from 20 miles an hour to zero instantly, on tarmac. I fell backwards sideways. It went so fast, I still can't figure out exactly the details. My shoulder hit first, then my head, my side, my hip, my leg. The heaviest of the blow was absorbed by the shoulder. I ripped my favorite fleece jacket. All I could think of in that fraction of a second in mid air was: thankfully I'm wearing a helmet, and: is my helmet strong enough? It was. While my whole body felt chewed up, as if jumping off a rolling car, my head got nothing. After the blow I laid on the road motionless for a minute, unable to catch a breath. I had heard a "crack", so I thought maybe I had broken something. I moved one leg, the other, one arm, ow... got up painfully, completely chocked, looked for my glasses that had flown nearby, couldn't find them... it was dusk. No cell phone. Couldn't walk. Couldn't breathe. My bike was lying further, the front wheel twisted and wobbly. I straightened it the best I could, and remounted to go back home. I suffered a separated shoulder and some seriously bruised ribs. Three weeks later I still can't take a deep breath without hurting or getting up without feeling like someone is stabbing me in the chest. But it could have been far worse if I hadn't been wearing a helmet. At the very least I would have left a piece of scalp on the road. At worst I would have had a concussion or a fractured skull.
In the end I am thankful. Although I've been riding hands free since I was a child, I will not do it anymore. Lesson learned. Also, after the second chest trauma I endured this year (the previous one from a snowboarding fall), and thinking back about all the times when I rode recklessly downhill, and all the near accidents with cars and people crossing my path when they were not supposed to, I will take it easy. In the end it's a matter of probability. If you ride often, you will eventually get into an accident. If you ride fast often, you will get seriously hurt. And if you ride fast often without a helmet, you are going to get killed.

By the way, I find most bicycle helmets unbearably dorky, so I wear a skateboarding helmet. Better protection, better look, ventilation not so good. It's a trade off.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Garage Find: 1960s Girls Starjet Custom

It took me hours to clean it, but it's all original. Awesome smooth ride on freshly greased bearings...







Sunday, March 25, 2012

Quick Hub Swap

If you have two wheels of the same size, but you want to switch their hubs, say because you want to have a coaster hub instead of a five cog free wheel in a single speed conversion, here is what to do:

Tape the spokes on each rim so they can't shift anymore.

Unscrew the spokes either by hand or with a drill.




Give that rim a good cleaning.



Take apart the other rim in the same way.



Swap the hubs.



Put the wheels back together, tightening the spokes by hand and then true them.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

St Patrick's Day ride

For Saint Patrick's day, we went for a ride to the parade downtown and on the creek walk with Bolivar and Jordan.







Monday, March 12, 2012

Cool blog from Italy

It's about vintage bicycles. Great inspiration.

Check it out:
Officine 99

Monday, January 9, 2012

Columbia Tourist V

Check out that classic 5 speed tank generously donated by Hans and Madeleine for someone who needs a bike, after an article about the bike club was published in the Post Standard. It's from the 1960s, and there isn't a scratch or a rust spot on it. I gave it to Elijah from Namibia, because he's a poet. When he first rode it, he immediately had a big smile on his face, as if he had on the spot recovered some long lost childhood innocence and happiness. That's what bicycling in style does to you.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Ideal Bike

The ideal bike is stylish, rugged, and cheap.

Stylish, because style matters. It's an expression of your personality. It talks about you. It tells others what you are made of. Your bike is a fashion statement. You have to customize it, make it your own, so that in the end it becomes a faithful representation of your individuality.

Rugged, because the streets of Syracuse are a tough and exciting ground for bicycling, with no place for the weak. Motorized traffic, pot holes, train rails, uphill, downhill, bumpy tarmac, packed dirt, gravel, all weather conditions, require a simple, strong, low maintenance design that will let you go anywhere, sustain any situation, and never let you down. Strength is the price of freedom.

Cheap, because bicycling is for everybody. It's the quintessential democratic mode of transportation. It's a small reminder that at the core, we are all made the same, and that if we are to live in harmony, there is no sense in inciting the envy of our neighbors. Keeping a low profile is a key to keeping safe, and to keeping your bike.




That's my ideal bike: single speed coaster brake path racer, made from a trashed 1974 Ralleigh Sport frame. What's yours?