I’m Fixing A Hole (Part 1: Preliminaries)

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
—Lennon/McCartney

NOTE: I wrote this post many months ago about fixing flat tires mainly because David Millard and I have never gotten around to hosting an in-person basic repair workshop for the club and I thought that this might provide some guidance for the interim. That said the last thing we need is yet another article or YouTube video on how to fix a flat bicycle tire. I’ve looked at quite a few of them and for the most part they cover the basics okay. So this article and the ones to follow are redundant and I would refer you to the Internet to get your education. However I think I organize the information more logically than what you’ll find by hunting on the Internet albeit in words rather than through show-and-tell and I try to catalog the many considerations involved in a repair.

We did a ride from our house that we’ve done many times. There were a couple of spots that had lots of broken glass recently and I warned Roger when we got to them. I should have paid attention to my own warning. The next day my rear tire was flat. It was about time since I hadn’t had a flat in several months; These days I seem to average a flat or puncture about every two to three months. They also tend to come in spurts—several flats in a short period of time and then nothing for a while. And sometimes I don’t fix a flat carefully and then I have to fix it a second time. I do tend to get more flats in winter when more debris is washed into the road and water makes it adhere to the tires. In thinking about it I’ve likely fixed at least 250-300 flat tires in my life and that’s just counting my flat tires and not other people’s. It’s become second nature, almost automatic.

I don’t think anyone fixes their own car tires when they flat. When we get a car flat, we call AAA or somehow get it to a shop and pay them to fix it. A flat in a car tire is harder to fix than in a bike tire as you need a jack to lift the wheel off the ground. Car tires don’t have tubes and a puncture caused by a nail is repaired very similarly to how we would fix a flat in a tubeless tire: tire plugs. At least if you have to remove a bike tire from the rim it doesn’t require heavy machinery as it does with a car tire. But the use of tubes makes the repair of a bike tire a bit more complicated.

Fixing a flat is a task many cyclists approach with trepidation. Certainly fixing a flat when you’re at home and can take your time is a lot less anxiety provoking than trying to fix a flat when you’re on the road, your fellow Spokers are watching you and wondering why it’s taking you so long (or perhaps expressing beaucoup sympathy and thinking ‘better thou than I’), and you’re tired and sweaty.

I won’t opine “it’s so easy!” because I know any unfamiliar task doesn’t feel like it is. In my case it is generally easy only because I’ve done it so many times that I’ve got a routine that works for me. Practice may not make perfect but instead “good enough”. I’ve also made just about every mistake in the book and experienced some unreal and strange circumstances that had me bemoaning my fate (like having seven flats on one ride). That said fixing a flat when it’s raining hard—been there, done that—is never easy!

Preliminaries. If you don’t carry supplies either to fix a flat or replace your flat tire, then you are at the mercy of other people. If you’re riding with others, you will have to borrow what you need from them assuming that they did due diligence and packed repair material. If you’re riding alone, then you will have to depend on the kindness of strangers, proceed by foot or otherwise to a bike shop, or arrange a lift home all of which are inconvenient. I’ve been that stranger that hapless cyclists by the side of the road have begged for help. I’ve loaned them spare tubes, a pump, and even demounted a wheel and then replaced a tube. It’s not that I mind helping people but it can be an imposition when I’m in a hurry. I’ve also–gasp!–been that person by the side of the road. In my case it was due to a severe gash that made the tire unrideable. Not even a tire boot would have worked. I was saved by a fellow Spoker, Walter Teague, who had made it a habit to carry a spare tire because he had experienced the same quandary in the past. Needless to say I started carrying a spare tire from then on.

All of this is to say: you should carry what you need to deal with a flat tire even if you don’t know how to use them. At the very minimum that means a spare tube, a pump or CO2, and tire levers. A spare tube is useful whether you’re running the common clincher tire or tubeless tires. (If you’re one of the few dinosaurs still running sew-ups/tubular tires, then you already know what you need to deal with a flat.) It is possible to demount a clincher tire without tire levers and just your hands but that’s getting near impossible to do nowadays because rim/tire specs are tighter than ever due to the rise of tubeless tires.* Tire levers are cheap, light, and small. So save the he-man/she-man demonstrations for other tasks and carry tire levers. How many levers? Usually you end up buying a set of three. But I’ve never needed to use more than two.

*In fact I had to fix a flat on Roger’s bike today in the shop and I could not get the tire bead off the rim bead shelf no matter how hard I pressed with two thumbs. I had to resort to a screwdriver–something I know is playing with fire and likely to cause more problems than it resolves–to get the bead to start to release. His tire is a newer Schwalbe. It was equally difficult to get the bead to reseat under inflation. On the road this would have been meant calling for a ride home.

Another warning: make sure your spare tube is the right size for the wheels and tires you’re running. That may seem obvious but it’s not, at least to some people. I helped a cyclist who had a spare tube with her but it was the wrong size for her wheel. It was impossible to use the spare and I wasn’t carrying the right size spare either. (She had a Bike Friday with 20-inch wheels.) That said it is often possible to stuff a bigger tube into a smaller wheel. The tube might be folded over onto itself but it will inflate and you can get home safely and replace it with the correctly sized tube. Stuffing a smaller tube into a bigger tire might work but it can be dangerous or impossible. If you have to stretch the tube a lot to get it over the rim, you’re also stretching your luck. Furthermore inflating a small tube in a large tire–even if you get that far–is going to stretch the tube like a balloon and it may fail.

Yet another warning: make sure your spare tube is protected. When you buy a spare tube it comes inside a small cardboard box and maybe it’s even inside a small plastic bag. Don’t make the mistake of sticking that spare tube in your saddlebag without some kind of covering. You’re likely tempted to ditch the cardboard because of its size. At least keep the plastic bag or wrap the tube in something like a sock. Why? Because the minor jostling and movement of the tube inside your bag along with any other tools can actually abrade the rubber and make a hole that you won’t notice until you need to use the spare. Don’t ask me how I know this.

Yet another warning: make sure your pump and/or CO2 inflator has the correct type of valve head for your tubes. Most of us run tubes with Presta valves. But Schrader valves–the kind on automobile tires–is much more common. Nowadays most pumps and inflators have a head that can be switched to either. But that isn’t always the case. It doesn’t matter which kind of valves you have–just make sure the head on your pump or inflator matches.

Fix it now or later? When you’re out on the road and get a flat, the first decision is whether to fix it immediately or just put in your spare tube. You do have that spare tube with you, right? As well as tire levers and a pump? If you don’t, then you’ve either got to cadge them from your ride mates (if any) or patch it immediately. If not, then it’s ‘game over’ and time to call for a lift home or to the nearest bike shop. Usually I don’t fix a flat while out riding. It’s time consuming plus I don’t have the convenience of a clean work bench, a decent floor pump, and a repair stand. Instead I’ll put in the spare and deal with the repair when I’m home.

There are some circumstances when I’d choose to fix the flat immediately rather than just put in a spare. If I’m on a long ride especially one that’s going to take me somewhere remote (and no cell service), I might fix it right away. This is because I want to ‘keep my powder dry’ i.e. still have a spare tube. But it also depends on the circumstances. If it’s an inconvenient location to do a repair (eg. muddy, dense traffic with no safe spot, etc.), it’s getting dark, or especially if it’s raining, then I prefer to use the spare. If you’re a real boy scout, then you’re carrying two spares and the decision is easy: do the repair at home.

Of course in order to do the repair on the road you have to have either a patch kit with a viable tube of ‘glue’ or glueless patches. Do you have at least one of these in your kit? If you don’t, then you’ll have to use your spare. Speaking of patch kits, those little plastic boxes contain a few patches, a glue tube, and a small square of sand paper. After you’ve opened that sealed tube of glue, it has a very limited life—maybe a few months to a year. This is because the ‘glue’ contains a solvent to stay liquid and it eventually completely evaporates even when capped. I have also discovered, of course at an inopportune time, a glue tube that had completely dried up even though it had never been opened. So they just have a limited life and you should check them from time to time by gently squeezing the tube to see if the glue is still semi-liquid; if the solvent is gone, the tube will feel lighter and it will compress easily. You can pick up replacement tubes at any bike shop. By the way patch ‘glue’ is really a misnomer. It’s not technically glue; it’s a vulcanization fluid that partially dissolves the rubber on the surface of the tube and the back of the patch so that they actually bond together directly rather than being held together by a third compound, i.e. glue


Glueless Patches. Glueless patches are patches with an adhesive backing so no separate tube of glue is required. You peel off the protective backing and slap in on the tube over the puncture. It’s faster and you don’t have to worry about applying glue properly or that you even have a good tube of glue. They usually come with a small piece of sandpaper too to roughen up the puncture area for better adhesion just as the patch kits do. There is one caveat: glueless patches may not last long before the air starts to leak out again. But they usually last long enough to get home. I’ve had glueless patches last indefinitely and I’ve had some fail within a day. The reason is that the adhesive is just that, an adhesive, and it’s not vulcanizing the patch onto the rubber tube. Vulcanization is a chemical process that produces a stronger bond between the rubber tube and the patch. If done correctly, a “glued” (=vulcanized) patch may last indefinitely. If you’ve used a glueless patch, you should consider replacing it with a glued patch later on; or you can just hope that it will last indefinitely. In my experience taking the time to clean and roughen the tube with the sandpaper and then repeatedly pressing very firmly all around the patch with the blunt end of tire lever after putting it on helps them last longer. Consider them a temporary repair or at least don’t be disappointed if you get ready for a ride later on and find out your tire is flat long after you put on that glueless patch and have forgotten about it.

Speaking of repair stuff you should have with you. The idea of having repair stuff with you is to be more self-sufficient. If that’s not important to you, then by all means outsource your repairs to a professional (or a really good friend!) You did know that AAA provides roadside service for bicyclists, right? Of course you have to be a member. They can pick you up and take you home, to your car, or to a bike shop!

Besides the bare minimum elements to handle a flat—pump or CO2 cartridge(s), tire irons, spare tube—there are other things that are useful to put in your saddle bag or Camelbak. Even if you don’t know how to use them, someone else on the ride might and then can assist you. What are those things?

A multi tool: a compact tool that has the usual Allen wrench fittings for bike parts such as your stem, screwdrivers, and Torx fittings. Bolts may come loose through time and you can tighten them up while on the go. The caveat is that all bolts technically have torque ratings so that you don’t tighten them too much and end up stripping the threads or breaking the part. Believe me, I’ve done that and it’s a total bummer when the broken part, e.g. the stem, makes the bike unrideable. So you need to know what you’re doing and be careful when using it. By the way these days all nuts and bolts on bicycles are metric and all bicycle multi tools are metric. But if you have a really old American- or British-made bike or individual Allen wrenches, they might be Imperial. Make sure you have the right kind for your bike. Also make sure that your multi tool has the Allen and Torx fittings for the parts on your bike. If you’ve got a Allen bolt with a rare 2.5 mm Allen head, you’ll need to ensure that’s included in your tool.

Tire boot: Basically it’s a really large patch to put in your tire if you happen to have a big gash. This prevents the tube from bulging out of the tire casing. You can make one out of an old tube. The trope is that in a pinch if you don’t have a dedicated tire boot, you can stick a dollar bill in your tire. But I have tried that and if the gash in your tire is big enough, it will still bulge out and be ineffective.

Spoke wrench: if your bike has rim brakes and your wheels have traditional spoke nipples, then carry a spoke wrench. They’re very small and light. Spoke nipples generally come in three different sizes so you’ll need to have the right size wrench for your nipples. If you break a spoke or your rim otherwise goes out of true (ie. develops a wobble especially a lateral one) and suddenly starts to rub against your rim brakes, you’ll need to tweak the spoke tension in your wheel in order to reduce that. Of course you’ll need to address this more carefully at home. With disc brakes rim wobble is much less an issue since it won’t rub against the brake; you should get the wobble fixed but you won’t have to do it while on the road.

CO2 inflators. Instead of a pump you can carry a CO2 inflator with a couple of cartridges. This is very fast and much less effort than pumping up a tire with a mini pump. The caveat is: when you’ve used up your cartridge(s), that’s it. With a pump you always have a means to add more air. Why should you be worried about running out of cartridges? Because you may get a second flat or you may not have fixed the flat well and thus have to repeatedly stop and pump more air to make it home. What happens more often that you think is that you never cleared the cause of the flat—such as a piece of glass embedded in your tire—and after putting in your spare, you flat again. (CO2 cartridges are disposable but you can mitigate the environmental impact by putting them in the recycle bin.) A pump also allows you to finely tune the inflation whereas a CO2 cartridge usually has to be fully used at once. (There are some inflators that allow you to adjust how much CO2 you can inject.) Better to have a pump. Of course a couple of CO2 cartridges and a simple inflator are usually lighter than a pump.

Most people don’t realize that CO2 bleeds out of the tire pores much more quickly than air so when you get home, you should deflate the tire and pump it up with air or else you’ll end up with a flat tire in a matter of a couple days even though there is no puncture. One more thing: when you inject CO2 into your tire, it is very cold due to the adiabatic effect. Know that if you are using tubeless tires with sealant, thermal shock from the very cold CO2 renders some sealants useless. CO2 also degrades some sealants even if you inject it slowly to reduce thermal shock. So if you’re using tire sealant, either use a pump or plan on doing some additional repair work when you’re home, e.g. checking and probably replacing the sealant.

Most CO2 inflators are all-or-nothing: once you put the head of the inflator on your valve and then screw in the CO2 cartridge to open it, all the gas is going to be released. (Some inflators allow you to adjust how quickly and how much you’re injecting and then shut it off.) You should practice this at home before you have to do it on the road because if you don’t have the inflator on the valve tightly, you may lose gas and not be able to inflate your tire enough. Note that if you have big tires such as mountain bike tires, you may need to use more than one cartridge. Cartridges come in 16 or 25 gram sizes; the former are for road tires and the latter are better for mountain bike tires.

Pump. There are probably hundreds of different bicycle pumps out there. At home you probably already have a floor pump also called a ‘track’ pump. That’s fine for pumping up your tires when you’re at home. But to do a repair on the road you need something smaller and lighter to carry, i.e a frame pump or mini pump. A frame pump is larger and fits on your bike frame neatly between frame tubes. Back in the day that was the only kind of portable pump for bicycles and there were basically two choices, Silca or Zefal. The former are/were legendary particularly when you got one with a Campy head. They came in different sizes to fit different frame sizes. Frame pumps being longer than a mini pump required fewer strokes to fill a tire plus they were quite capable of reaching 90 PSI.

By the way, be very careful if you think you can use a gas station air hose to fill your tire. First, they always have Schrader heads and they are press-on, not screw on. If you have Presta valves, then the only way it will work is if you have a Presta-to-Schrader adaptor. You screw this on your Presta valve (after opening the valve) and a Schrader-headed pump will now fit. They also inject a *lot* of air quickly and the pressure gauges on them may or may not be accurate (usually not). If you do not have the tube completely under the tire (see future post for the details…), you could explode your tube and possibly ruin your tire too making that call for a ride home mandatory.

Nowadays sporting a frame pump is a sure way to advertise what a dinosaur you are because everybody has switched over to mini pumps. Even Silca has a mini pump! They’re much smaller and lighter, so small many can fit in your jersey pocket. The trade off is usually time and arm strength: they require a lot more pumping to fill up a tire because the pump volume is smaller. And some are designed poorly enough that even those with strong arms can’t inflate their tire to more than about 60 PSI. Unfortunately there isn’t a sure-fire way to know which mini pumps are disasters and which are in fact well designed. (Well, except for Silca–its mini pump is near perfect.) Given that you’re not going to using a portable pump very often, the trade-off between small size and low weight for ease of inflation is understandable.

Finally a recent development has been portable battery powered pumps. These little pumps such as by Fumpa or Cycplus have just enough power and battery to get a tire or two up to rideable pressure. They’re quite small and will fit easily in a jersey pocket. The advantage is no hand pumping required and the batteries usually last for more than one inflation cycle. The disadvantage is that once your battery runs dry, you’re done. And obviously you have to recharge the battery once you’re home; if you’re the type who regularly forgets to recharge your cell phone, your bike lights, or your electronic shifters, then maybe a battery powered pump is not a good choice.

Next time: How to replace a tube while on the road.

I’m Fixing A Hole (Introduction)

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
—Lennon/McCartney

What follows in the next couple of months will be a series of posts about ‘considerations’ in fixing a flat tire. It comes out of a stalled project, a basic repairs workshop. David Millard and I have been collaborating on offering a short hands-on workshop on a few common repairs that cyclists can easily do themselves with some common or inexpensive parts and tools. We were going to go through just a few subjects—how to fix a flat tire, replacing cables on mechanical shifting and braking systems, and drivetrain care. That workshop is on hold because we don’t have a perfect place to offer it yet. Hopefully we’ll resolve the logistical issues and be able to offer it in the future.

In lieu of a workshop I thought for now it might be helpful to discuss fixing flat tires. Getting a flat tire happens to every cyclist eventually. Knowing how to handle it while on the road/trail and what to do when you’re back home is helpful and will certainly save you a significant amount of cash in avoiding taxi/ride share costs as well as paying a shop to do this simple repair for you.

There are dozens of videos on YouTube showing you how to change an inner tube or fix a flat tire. I’ve looked at a few of them and they cover the basics alright. Plus, being able to see what you’re supposed to do saves thousands of words. In the subsequent posts I’m going to focus more on the thought process in dealing with a flat tire; you can always go to YouTube and look at videos with those considerations in mind since this in no way replaces seeing how swapping a tube or patching a tube is done.

It seems pretty simple at first glance: pull the tube out, put a patch on it, put it back in, inflate, go. But each of those steps conceals many other minor but important decisions as you will see. These posts will focus almost exclusively on traditional wheels, i.e. a tire with an inner tube, with just a comment or two about tubeless tire flats. I won’t comment at all on tubular (sew up) tires because the process of repairing a sew up tire is very different and also complicated.

Next up: Preliminaries

23 and Me

Recently I capitulated to nostalgia and rode on some old wheels shod with 23 mm tires again. (I did it before.) These tires are actually narrower—22.4 mm when pumped to 90 PSI, which today seems like an absurdly high pressure. I used to think that 23 mm tires were too heavy and slow and I preferred 19 or 20 mm tires, which you can’t even get anymore. Do you remember when road bikes all came with 23 mm tires? Do you even pay attention to the width of your tires? If you’re new to road cycling, you’ve probably never even seen 23 mm tires. Tire width is esoterica only wheel nerds obsess about and you likely don’t give it a second thought. Odds are you’re riding 28 mm tires or wider since that’s the trend these days in road bikes. (You can look carefuly on the sidewall of your tires for something like “622-28”, the “28” indicating the nominal width of the tire when inflated.) Not that many years ago a 28 mm tire would have been considered enormous and many road racing bikes of the 1990s and early Aughts couldn’t fit anything bigger than a 25 mm tire, which was the widest size tire racers would use. The “standard” size was 23 mm.

In the past five years I have rarely ridden anything less than a 27 mm tire. This trend started when I got some Hed Belgium rims in 2012. These were heretically wide road rims for that era—21 mm internal width when the going trend was 17 or even just 14 or 15 mm. (Today we’re edging up to 23 and even 25 mm internal width!) I put nominal 25 mm tires on them and the extra width of the rims caused the tires to balloon out to 30 mm measured width. They were and continue to be the most comfortable road wheels I own. (Gravel and mountain bike wheels are another matter.) These are supremely plush yet fast wheels. Mind blown. Until then I ate only at the table of “skinny, pumped rock hard, light” so those Hed wheels were a revelation. Putting those HED wheels on any bike would improve the ride as long as the frame could accept that big and wide of a tire. Now I’ve become so used to wider tires that when I look at those wheels with 23 mm tires, they look scary thin; even 28 mm tires are starting to look “narrow” to me! Thanks to Jan Heine and Grant Peterson for debunking the old malarkey that skinnier meant better because faster. It turns out comfort can make you faster too.

23 mm tire compared to 42 mm tire

I then began to experiment with different kinds and sizes of wheels and tires. I’ve tried 32 mm, 35 mm, and 42 mm tires as well as 650b rims. Each width is more comfortable than the other if a tad bit heavier. 650B wheels are heavier but they provide a Cadillac ride that puts a smile on my face most of the time. I haven’t looked back. The only “downgrade” I’ve played around with is 26 mm Rene Herse tires, which I’ve mentioned in the past. (These tires expand to about 27 or 28 mm in actual width.)

Going back to 23 mm tires for a week was a regression. But I couldn’t help it: the old bike that has these tires won’t take anything bigger than a 25 mm tire. So it’s stuck with skinny tires. Anyway my recollection was that the bike was fast and comfortable and I fondly remember many a ride zipping down roads at high speed. In particular I remember one fast ascent up Mt. Diablo, a club ride where I got schooled by Erik Leung. So I had to take a trip down memory lane hoping to relive those fond, or perhaps imagined, sensations of thin, light tires.

What was it like to ride an old bike with 23 mm tires now? To be honest it was a bit of a letdown. The wheels still felt sprightly and wickedly nimble—that much had not changed. They are fast. But the ride quality was comparatively awful: near constant vibration, juddering, and bouncing around whenever the asphalt was heaved or cracked. Perhaps roads are worse today than they were 25 years ago. Scratch that: roads ARE worse today. Counties cannot keep up with road maintenance because asphalt prices are much higher today, road budgets are cut, and road maintenance is partially funded by gasoline taxes, which are diminished by the explosion of electric car use. Torrential winter rains that wash out roads and increase pavement failures don’t help. The bike frame itself is quite compliant and not at all stiff and rigid like a carbon frame. But so much of the ride quality is due to the narrow tires. I used to think those sensations meant “excellent road feel” (= good!) when it’s really just being bounced up and down over every little bump in the pavement and feeling every little divot and crack. Those skinny tires pumped up to 95 pounds pressure were like riding on rigid Conestoga wagon wheels. My hands were aching so much that I thought I didn’t have gel gloves. But I did. The ride quality is not very forgiving. But that was what we were told back in the day how fast wheels were supposed to feel and we sure drank the Kool-Aid.

You’re not losing much by moving on to fatter tires. There is no doubt that they are heavier: there is more rubber and more casing. They do not spin up as quickly and that sublime feeling of “instant” acceleration that a light rim and tire give is muted by the extra mass. In exchange fatter tires make up for that minor buzzkill by providing a much more comfortable ride. It’s not exactly smooth but the jarring, shocking hits are replaced by subdued bumps. And the reduced bouncing actually makes for a faster ride. With 23 mm tires there is a constant benumbing vibration from every type of pavement save the smoothest of asphalt.

Yet skinny, narrow tires like 23 mm still have their allure. On smooth pavement they are addictive—they hum and flow and feel great. And if they’re 23 mm tubular tires (with silk casings), then they are like crack cocaine. Because they’re lighter they are absolutely amazing to spin up. And climbing on them is the cat’s meow because they accelerate easily with every pedal stroke. If I lived in a place with good roads like Switzerland, I’d ride 23 mm tires all the time. I don’t foresee local roads getting better with time, only progressively more awful. So 23 mm tires and their ilk have become for me a special use case. Or just a nostalgic visit to a previous era. With a harsh reality check.

For everyday riding here in the Bay Area a 28 mm tire is more comfortable and more functional. Those big volume tires allow lower inflation pressure and give a “magic carpet” ride while still being moderately light enough to feel a bit nimble. Plus, they’re less likely to incur a pinch flat when you hit that occasional monster pothole you didn’t see.

I don’t see myself going back to 23 mm tires as my regular ride; if anything I’m heading in the other direction and eyeing 32 mm tires for everyday use. The tires are indeed heavier due to more casing material and rubber. But that can be mitigated by using TPU tubes. And they are just excellently comfortable. Oh, and the other tire in the pic above is 42 mm wide. It’s like riding on a magic carpet compared to the 23.

But for the occasional ride—especially if I know the roads are of good quality—I’ll rock 23 mm tires for a trip down memory lane.

Early 2025 Centuries: January to April [updated 3/30/25]

It’s almost time to turn a new leaf! For your delectation here is the preliminary listing of century rides. April is when the calendar really starts to get packed. Note that a couple of longtime rides, the Tierra Bella and the SLO Wildflower have moved their rides into early May.

January
1 Wednesday. Resolution Ride/New Year’s Day Up Diablo. 39 miles. No fee. This isn’t a century but it’s the first “big” ride of the year and a club tradition. See the listing in the club calendar.

February

8 Saturday. Tour of Palm Springs. 102-, 85-, 56-, 36-, 24-, and 7-mile routes. $134-$39. This is by today’s standards a huge ride—many thousands of cyclists. It’s a long drive south but hey, it’s Palm Springs! Registration is open. Day of event registration opens Friday 2/7 from 12 to 8 PM and Saturday 2/8 starting at 6 AM.
16 Sunday. POSTPONED. Velo Love Ride. 60 miles. No fee. This event had been put on by Chico Velo since at least the mid-Aughts if not earlier. It’s a much lower key event than their Wildflower, attracting only a couple hundred cyclists in a good year. It’s pleasantly flat and tours the scenic valley area around the Sutter Buttes providing an excellent early season metric. Unfortunately Chico Velo hasn’t been able to find a member willing to organize this long held ride. Note that the previously annual Ride Around the Buttes is no longer offered. So Different Spokes is going to go up there to ride it anyway as long as it doesn’t rain. See the listing in the club calendar. If you’re unfamiliar with the Velo Love Ride, you can read about it here, here, and here.
22 Saturday. Pedaling Paths to Independence. 65- and 25-mile routes. $69 and $53. This benefit for the Community Center for the Blind and Visually Impaired is their annual fundraising ride out of Linden, which is just east of Stockton. It’s a small event of about 250-300 riders and feels more like a friendly small town gathering. It tours the rolling ag land south and east of the town. If you’re unfamiliar with this ride, you can read more about it here. Registration is open.

March
8 Saturday. Solvang Century. 102-, 68-, and 52-mile routes. $159-$129. Limit of 1,000 riders. This event changed after Planet Ultra took over from SCOR over two years ago. Under SCOR the event food was worse than forgettable. Registration is open.
8 Saturday. Blossom Bike Ride. 60-, 40-, 20-, and 7-mile rides. $66-$29. A metric century starting in the flat orchards outside of Fresno and east into the hills and back. Sponsored by the Lions Club. Reedley is about a 4-hour drive from San Francisco. Registration is open. Online registration has closed. No mention of day-of-event registration.

April

5 Saturday. Cinderella Classic & Challenge. 60-, 39-, and 21-mile routes. $85-$55. Limit of 600 riders; women/girls only. Girls 8-17 are free when accompanied by an adult. The Classic starts at the Dublin Senior Center this year and hence a new route through the San Ramon valley. Registration opens December 1. is open. Online registration closes April 3.
13 Sunday. Primavera Century. 101-, 63-, and 28-mile routes. $110-$50. Starting at Ohlone College in Fremont the 100-mile route again reverses direction this year and heads out Niles Canyon to Palomares before heading out to Altamont Pass and then back around Calaveras Reservoir before returning to Fremont. Registration opens December 1. is open. Registration closes April 8.
10-13 Thursday through Sunday. Sea Otter Classic. 90- and 50- mile road routes. $205-$155. There are also gravel, MTB, and road races. If you’re into a party scene and lots of new cycling product on display, this is your event. Registration is open. If you just want to attend the festival and not ride, a ticket is $35.
19 Saturday. Levi’s Gran Fondo. 138-, 117-, 86-, 68-, 46-, 28-, and 11-mile routes. $330-$110. Registration is open.
26 Saturday. Devil Mountain Double. 205/195- and 105-mile routes. $150-$75. Registration is open.
27 Sunday. Chico Wildflower. 127-, 102-, 100-, 62-, 60-, 30-, and 12-mile routes. $111-$79. This used to be the ‘must do’ club ride qua getaway weekend. Terrific riding despite the incineration of Paradise seven years ago during the Camp Fire. Registration is open.

New! Better! Improved!

Til one day I returned
And found they were the victims of the vines
Of changes
—Phil Ochs

Here’s a bit of recent bike equipment esoterica that likely escaped your attention: Shimano, the world’s largest supplier of cycling components, is revamping its lower lines of components and replacing them all with one new line called CUES (“Creating Unique Experiences”). If you’ve had to work on Shimano components (rather than having your shop do it), then you know Shimano has a rat’s nest of differing specs that make opaque which components are compatible with others. This is true not only between component line types—mountain bike versus road—but also quality and price levels such as Tiagra vs. Claris vs. Alivio etc.; and between e-bike and regular bikes. It’s also true between generations of the same component line. The purpose of throwing them all out and replacing them with CUES is to make mountain, road, 9-, 10-, and 11-speed CUES components intercompatible. The components are also less expensive than Shimano’s upper component tiers such as Dura Ace, Ultegra, 105, XTR, XT, etc. and they are supposedly more durable.

It certainly sounds like a good idea and it should make replacing Shimano parts a less confusing task should you need to do so. From personal experience I can tell you that replacing old Shimano parts is a semi-nightmare because newer stuff is not often compatible with older stuff. The most obvious example is the seemingly inexorable increase in the number of cogs in a cassette. I have old bikes and wheels going back from 5-speed up to 11-speed; rear derailleurs, shifters whether downtube, barend, or brake/shifters, chains, and obviously cassettes are not interchangeable. Even with the same number of cogs, Shimano has changed its shifters and front derailleur pull ratios so that an older 10-speed shifter may not work with a newer 10-speed front derailleur. Since 9-speed cogs Shimano’s mountain bike and road derailleurs have not been interchangeable because the pull actuation ratios are different; and even pull ratios in newer groups are different. I’m often forced to go onto EBay or prowl the dim recesses of the Internet looking for an older part and sometimes I’ve failed to find one. I’ve bemoaned this situation before.

If I were a shop owner, this change would be welcome if only because stocking an inordinate number of just slightly differing parts should diminish by having just intercompatible CUES parts. Furthermore not having to mentally keep track of compatibility between hundreds of parts will eventually be a relief. But I’m not a shop owner and I know that with all things tech—and that includes bicycles now—everything is changing constantly with the adoption of model year upgrade cycles and the need to dazzle cyclists with shinier, newer stuff to throw dollars at. On top of that it is only the CUES line that is interchangeable. For road cyclists, mountain bikers, and gravel cyclists who like lighter equipment, this won’t have an effect. Shimano XTR is still not going to be compatible with Dura Ace nor with Ultegra or GRX. CUES is also not going to be helpful for any existing Shimano components that it is replacing because they will mostly or entirely not be compatible with CUES. So it’s only going to be a benefit moving forward and if you buy the less expensive bikes that will have CUES as standard equipment.

Note that this interchangeability and replacement mess has been less of a problem with Campagnolo and SRAM. Yes, the number of cogs makes shifters, cassettes, chains, and hubs non-interchangeable. But both Campy and SRAM seem to have held to consistency in pull actuation ratios over generations. And in SRAM’s case its mountain bike and road bike components are mostly interchangeable. (Campy doesn’t make mountain bike components.) So this change by Shimano is really, to some extent, just playing catch up with the other producers.

There is one change in particular that caught my eye. Shimano’s lower lines are currently the only place where you can still find a triple crankset. Over time Shimano has stopped making Dura Ace triples, then Ultegra, and recently 105 triple cranksets. Tiagra was until now the highest road line that still had a triple crank. But now Tiagra is being replaced by CUES and there will be no more triples from Shimano: no front derailleurs, shifters, and cranksets. If you want to use a triple crankset or shifters or replace a worn out ones, in the near future you will either have to look for used or NOS Shimano parts or move to specialty component makers such as Rene Herse, Velo Orange, and maybe TA or Stronglight in France. Campagnolo stopped making road triples years ago and SRAM never made one at all. If I had to drop down to Tiagra for a triple crankset, the only real disadvantage is some additional weight. In exchange I would keep Shimano’s crank alignment and its excellent chainrings that are not only strong and longlasting but also have shaping that makes its front shifting so good. But Shimano is now driving the final nail in the coffin. At one point Shimano even made a Di2 electronic shifting system that worked with its top end mountain bike group XTR. What I had predicted in 2015 is now coming to pass.

There are a lot of cyclists still using triple cranksets but they’ll have to transition to a wide ranging double. As I’ve written about before, triples are not more difficult or complex to use and they allow you to shift in what I call “serial one-by”: the middle chainring is the one you use for most often since it provides a good run through the gears you use most of the time with small jumps between cogs; the big ring is for high speed flat or downhills sections; and the granny is for climbing steep inclines. Each chainring can provide a good run by just shifting the rear derailleur. Wide ranging doubles on the other hand have a weird transition between big ring-big cogs and small ring-small cogs. On the flats and rolling terrain I find I have to be a repeated cumbersome shift of both the front and rear derailleurs to move to the next higher or lower gear. However if you’re looking just for a wide gear range, then modern doubles and older triples cover the same ground and either will work.

Of course the compatibility issue that CUES solves with lower line Shimano parts will only hold true as long as Shimano doesn’t change the CUES specs as time goes on. That’s a bet I am very skeptical of given Shimano’s track record.

Reflections On The Lowly Ride Code

Do you ever pay attention to the club ride code? No, it’s not some code of conduct á la Velominati (“HTFU”) and no, it’s not like the (Boy) Scouting Code of Conduct where, for example, you promise not to possess any booze, fireworks, or porn. Every Different Spokes ride listing has what amounts to sage advice to the ridelorn, a pocket summary of how difficult or easy a club ride is as rated by the ride leader. A ride listed as 70-4-D is very different than a 25-1-A!

Go The Distance
Each ride has a Distance-Terrain-Pace rating so that you know what you’re getting into, you know, kinda like that hankie thing (“Let’s see, he’s got a blue hankie in his left pocket—ah, he’s into randonneuring!”). In our previous website when you listed a ride you were prompted to enter something for distance, terrain, and pace. Jerome’s template actually didn’t prevent you from entering text such as “sorta short” or “hella long” for Distance. But I don’t ever recall anyone ever doing so—we all thought you had to enter a number. Putting in text would have defeated the purpose of the ride code, which is to transform something subjective into something “objective”—your “short” may be someone else’s “way too long” but everyone understands miles (and maybe even kilometers too). But our current website is more open-ended: we no longer have specific fields for distance, terrain, and pace—you have to remember to include the information when you create a ride listing. In that respect it’s less user friendly even if you can now enter any text you want for Distance. But a number is the most helpful. (But see below.)

Mechanical map wheel

Hard Numbers
While the Distance part of the ride code might seem like a fact, it too is sometimes just an estimate (or worse, wild speculation). Prior to the Internet we would use road maps—AAA was a godsend—to estimate the mileage. Do any of you remember map wheels? These were like mini-mechanical cyclometers. (How many of you even remember the first mechanical cyclometers?) A map wheel is a ‘ruler in a wheel’: you rolled the small wheel on the tip of the tool along the route on your map and it measured the distance in inches, which you converted to miles according to the map legend. Sometimes we drove the route to get the mileage or consulted books like Grant Peterson’s Roads to Ride. Estimates on mileage could be anywhere from spot-on to being off by several miles. Ride leaders were encouraged to err on the high side since almost no one liked to do more miles than advertised. The Internet has made estimating route distances a lot easier with tools such as Google Maps, MapMyRide, and RideWithGPS. Using these tools you can hit the mileage spot-on almost all the time.

The ride code presumes a ride has a defined route and a definite distance. But what if you like to do open-ended rides, riding as long as you want (or get forced by circumstance to endure)? You may start a ride with no definite route: you’ll just ride where you feel or as long as you feel. Ride leaders may prefer to talk to whomever shows up on their ride and work out a consensus on the route. Our previous website presumed your ride had a defined length (more accurately, it presumed the ride leader would give it a definite length). The current website is less constraining and you can clearly put down a number or leave it as a text description, eg. “Probably about 60-70 miles depending on how I feel” or “We might go to X, Y, or Z and we’ll decide at the start”, because we no longer have a numeric field for distance; it’s just text embedded in the description of the ride. If you’re the kind of ride leader who likes to meander rather than “follow the dotted line” or your style is more spur-of-the-moment, now you can with a clear conscience post this kind of ride on our website.

Terrain Terror
Things are less clear when it comes to Terrain and Pace. Terrain is rated from one to five, with one being “mostly flat, easy grades, suitable for beginners” and five “many steep hills and climbs, for strong riders”. Including a terrain ranking intuitively makes sense: a ride’s difficulty or ease is correlated not just with length but with how hilly it is. But hilliness has at least three components: the total elevation gain, the steepness or grade of an elevation gain, and where the elevation gains takes place during the ride. Two rides with the same elevation gain can feel quite different if the overall steepness of the climbs is not the same; a steady 5% grade even if longer may feel a lot less stressful than a shorter one with a 13% ramp. Yet If you’ve ridden up Mt. Hamilton, you would likely agree that its relatively tame 5% grade gets wearisome after eighteen miles.

Making matters even more complicated is the nature of the climbs: for example, a ride that has all the elevation gain in one climb often feels less hard than a ride with the same gain split between two climbs. There is just something psychologically challenging about having to do that second climb even though it’s physically no harder than doing it all at once. Going over La Honda to San Gregorio and back is about 1,700 feet each way and it always feels more draining to me than just going up Mt. Diablo, which is quite a bit more. Is it losing your “climbing rhythm” or your body having to get revved up to climb again after the descent? It’s the same amount of calories burned regardless of whether it’s one 3,400-foot climb or two 1,700-foot climbs. Where the vertical gain happens also seems to affect how difficult it feels. A ride with a big climb towards the beginning and a long flat section afterwards feels easier than a ride with the reverse order. That shouldn’t be too surprising since we are often fresher at the beginning than at the end of a ride. In addition the most recent part of an experience tends to color our recollection, so a final climb may make the ride seem harder than it really is.

Even the road quality has a significant impact on the difficulty of a ride. Climbs on dirt or just an uneven surface literally are harder than the exact same grade with smooth pavement. But our ride code doesn’t include that except to indicate whether the ride is road, dirt, or mixed. Yet all of this is folded into just one number for Terrain. The point of the terrain rating is to provide guidance on the level of climbing difficulty for a ride. But a single number has to encompass several variables and so it will never be able to do it justice. Ride leaders may need to explain in detail what riders will confront such as the number and type of steep climbs and where they will occur.

Although there isn’t a requirement to include total elevation gain for a ride listing, tools such as MapMyRide and RideWithGPS routing can generate a close approximation for a known route. Of course if you’ve ridden the route in advance with a cycling computer such as a Garmin, then you already have that number. The total elevation gain in combination with the Terrain rating can provide a good estimate of the overall level of difficulty for a ride.

Pace Posers
If the Terrain rating is vague, consider Pace. Just about every cycling club in theory and practice ends up using a subjective pace rating. For example, what exactly is “moderate” or “touring” pace? It’s really based on one’s perceived exertion. As your conditioning increases what was moderate before feels easy now. (One hopes.) Then try to interpret that across a wide range of cycling ability in a club and you have a virtually meaningless rating. Your “moderate” might be another member’s “easy” or “strenuous”. In an attempt to make the Pace rating more interpretable a Spoker in the distant past thought there should be average speeds for each rating. You probably had no idea there actually were “objective” speeds for each Pace rating, did you? In the previous website it was hidden away; if you just looked at the Ride Calendar you had the Terrain and Pace ratings at the bottom, and for Pace it was just Leisurely-Moderate-Brisk-Strenuous. If perchance you looked at the “About Our Rides” section you would see a hyperlink to Pace and Terrain that took you to the detailed ride key. There you would see, for example, that Leisurely mean an average speed of 5-7 mph and a moving average of 8-10 mph. As helpful as this is to provide objective speeds for different paces, most cyclists have no idea of their typical riding speed, which one presumes is their most comfortable pace. It also presupposes that you have some objective means of measuring your speed, i.e. a cyclometer, and that you pay attention to it.

Grizzly Peak Cyclists has an interesting take on pace. In order to find rides with a pace you can keep, riders are asked to “calibrate” their pace by doing the Three Bears loop at your regular riding pace and then compare your time against a table. For example, if you can do the loop in 1 hr 40 min this is what GPC calls “Touring” pace. Presumably this is also how ride leaders advertise their ride pace, ie. they do the Three Bears to learn their “normal” speed and then use that in their ride listings. I like their attempt to ground the pace ratings in something objective that any rider can then use. But I wonder how many GPC members or ride leaders actually go through the motions to calibrate their pace. My suspicion is that they just show up on a club ride and see how fast the ride is under that specific ride leader and make note; if a ride leader usually lists rides as “moderate” and you can’t keep up, then you know that you shouldn’t attend that ride leader’s rides because they’re too fast for you. So it is with Different Spokes: if you aren’t familiar with a particular ride leader—not that we have so many—you check them out to see if you can keep up or if they lead rides too slow for your taste. Of course, ride leaders also improve or lose their conditioning just as you do. So next month’s “moderate” may feel like “strenuous” or “leisurely” to you. Even with calibration pace rating is still relative and ever changing!

A mitigating factor in pace is group size. A larger group is going to have more variation in ability to keep the pace. So slower/faster riders are likely to have others to ride with and not get left alone regardless of the posted pace. So even if a rider strictly speaking isn’t holding the listed pace, the ride will still be social. The Pace rating is supposed to be the pace that the ride leader(s) plan to follow, not what other riders may choose to do.

And there is nothing to prevent ride leaders from adjusting the pace to match the participants’ wishes. I’ve certainly led B-paced rides where all the participants were capable and preferred a faster pace and we ended up going faster.

Promises, Promises
For ride leaders listing a pace and keeping to it are two different things. Just because a ride leader advertises a “B” pace doesn’t mean it actually turns out that way. In the early days of the club there were frequent admonitions to ride leaders and riders to keep to the advertised pace: ride leaders should lead a ride at the pace they announced and participants should take note of the pace and either adjust to the listed pace or if too strenuous then give that ride a pass. “A” pace riders who showed up at “C” pace rides risked slowing the group either by bringing the average pace down or by inordinate waits at regrouping points. Slower riders typically didn’t have the greatest time because they felt pressured to keep up and may have ridden harder than they liked; the faster riders may have been irked because the ride was supposed to be a “C” ride but ended up being something slower.

A few years ago Roger and I led Social A rides. They weren’t the same as Aaron’s Relaxing Rides but they had the same goal: to offer a club riding opportunity for slower or casual cyclists that also took in a serious dose of yakking. While “animals” may like to ride in a breathless state, this is not conducive to easy conversation. And while you may want to get in your HIIT workout on a club ride, the point of the Social A and the Relaxing Rides was to get some cycling in and enjoy human company rather than get in an anaerobic workout. The Social A rides differed from the Relaxing rides in being “avid cyclist” length rides, about 25-45 miles typically, rather than short city jaunts. What I learned from leading these rides is that it is oh-so-easy to intend to do an A pace and another thing to do it in actuality. Yes, the pace was “slow” and many of the attendees could go faster, and we definitely had riders who took off. I had to actively monitor my cyclometer and force myself to slow down in order to keep to the A. I’m sure it’s the same with B and even C leaders: just because a certain pace is perhaps your most comfortable one that doesn’t mean you can’t go quite a bit faster when you are motivated. Keeping to the advertised pace is sometimes not so easy!

Asking ride hosts to “keep to the listed pace” can be a discouragement. Ride leaders aren’t employees required to do their “job” according to work rules. They’re getting in their weekend fun time too and they want to ride however they ride. If they want to go fast or slow at any moment, why should it be of concern? Well, it does have an impact on the participants, specifically whether they feel welcomed or not and a part of the party. Being dropped and riding alone is probably not what they thought they were getting into.

I must admit that my thinking has evolved over the years. I used to be pretty libertarian: if you came on one of my C or D rides, then I presumed you did a self-evaluation as to whether you could keep up or not. That was your responsibility and not mine. I wasn’t merciless but I also wasn’t concerned if you got discouraged (because I was going either too fast or too slow for you). That was your problem, not mine. I now think about the impact this has on the club as a whole. Riding with others is, whether we realize it or not, a shared task that everyone on the ride engages in. We do have a responsibility to know our abilities but once we’re on the same ride then we’re in it together. For me leading a ride is not about me riding indifferently to those around me—it’s the one time I down-prioritize how I want to ride and put the group first. That’s easy for me to do because I have the luxury of being able to do lots of rides during the week in whatever way I like. So occasionally leading a Different Spokes ride at a preset pace that I don’t feel like doing at that moment is not a big deal.

Crashing The Party
In the early days of the club fast riders frequently showed up on slower rides and slower riders showed up on brisker rides (maybe unwittingly). Part of it was the newness of the club as well as not knowing how to interpret the ride code since it was so vague. Also faster riders would think it wasn’t a problem to show up on a slower ride. That would be true if they indeed kept to the advertised pace. But a couple of things tended to happen. If enough fast riders attended, they were in essence hijacking the ride: seeing them bolt down the road affected the behavior and expectations of the other riders especially if the ride leader tried to keep up with the fast riders—sometimes unconsciously—and the ride ended up being faster. I and a few others would crash slower rides thinking we’d just do the same ride faster and start with the group and maybe have lunch with the group too (if we didn’t get tired of waiting). I don’t think we ever thought how our actions affected everyone else. I don’t ever recall a ride leader reprimanding me for this behavior but they probably should have.

Secondly some people soon got the impression that this was the normal situation, i.e. all our rides were “fast” and all the club members were “fast”! Over the years I’ve heard over and over, “Oh, Different Spokes is for fast riders” when really it was only a small part of the club, the so-called “animals”, who were blazing off the front. In the Bike-A-Thon era this unfair reputation probably did not affect membership because so many in the community wanted to support the club. (We had hundreds of members who never showed up on a ride and just wanted to support the club.) But I wonder if part of the decline in the club post-BAT was partly due to our unfortunate reputation.

Mind The Gap
It also works the other way: slower riders can hijack a ride. It takes a pretty callous ride leader to ignore a group of slower riders who aren’t in a position to say, “Go on, we’ll be fine!”. Perhaps they don’t know the route or it’s their first Different Spokes ride. Our ride leaders are put in a difficult situation when the ride really needs to split into two groups. If the leader stays back, then those who came expecting a certain speed might get turned off. If the leader follows the advertised pace, then the risk is discouraging the slower riders and of them not getting the camaraderie they clearly want. Even if ride leaders discussed this at the beginning, e.g. “Hey everyone, this is a B-pace ride so you should be able to keep a moving average of 10-12 mph”, the reality is that hardly anyone would know what that means. Most of the time you only find out after you’ve started the ride and someone starts to lag behind. Furthermore lots of riders can keep a “C” pace on the flats but then slow down considerably when it’s hilly. Even when they pay attention to the objective pace listing, how are they to figure out how fast they’ll actually be able to ride if they don’t know the terrain? Having led Social A rides, I’ve heard enough stories from A-pace cyclists about attending a Jersey Ride or another club ride and having to race to keep up, usually failing to do so. I suppose if they didn’t understand the ride code one could say it was their own fault. But you can’t really fault them because the ride code is so imprecise, vague, and ignored in practice, and they’re looking for companionship on rides too. It’s just unfortunate we usually don’t have more rides to offer to casual, novice, or slower cyclists.

Even longtime members who should “know better” attend club rides regardless of the listed pace and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s just human nature. Most cyclists ride alone most of the time and we LGBT cyclists get to socialize with our own ilk infrequently. So naturally we’re drawn to any club ride no matter the advertised pace. When the club was bigger we had 130-150 rides per year. But now that we’re quite a bit smaller we have maybe two-thirds as many rides. Although riding together is perhaps the best way to be welcoming, there are other ways to welcome and include all riders when they can’t keep up such as more frequent regrouping, checking in with slower riders, or advising them about other ride possibilities such as the Short & Sassy rides. And perhaps that is what ride leaders need to think about when some riders need to keep to a different pace: the attitude we display rather than the pace itself.

Hostesses With The Mostestest
Despite ride leaders being called “leaders” they actually don’t need to be at the front. Even before cycling computers, RideWithGPS, Komoot, etc. the club encouraged ride leaders to provide paper maps and/or cue sheets. Anyone who could read a map could go as fast or as slow as they preferred and still stay on route. Ride leaders didn’t actually need to “lead” or be at the front at all.

More properly ride leaders should be called ride hosts. David Gaus is a perfect example because he almost always is either in the middle or even at the back rather than the front. As a host he posts the ride, shows up to ride it at the advertised pace, and gives direction when necessary. If there are faster riders he’ll make sure they know where to regroup to wait for the rest. He’ll even ask for a volunteer to lead one of the two groups and he often leads a ride by being the sweep—yes, you can do that! If a ride has more than one leader, then as long as they don’t mind riding at different paces they can accommodate riders who are slower or faster than the listed pace.

Size Matters
When a cycling club is large enough to support enough rides at different paces, riders will usually self-segregate. But when the club is small—as we are—then the sole club ride on a weekend is the only opportunity for Spokers to ride together, so they may come out regardless of the listed pace. Clubs like Western Wheelers or ACTC, which have over a thousand members, have the luxury of offering several rides at different paces, lengths, and terrain types on a typical weekend. In the early days of the club it seemed like there was such hunger for socializing among LGBT cyclists that mixed groups were more the norm. Of course that led to some conflicts. Rides would split up sometimes with unhappy consequences and that led to a steady mantra for ride leaders and riders to “keep to the ride code!” in order to avoid disappointment. The idea was truth in advertising: no one likes to be sold a false bill of goods. Every time a ride deviated from the listing increased skepticism of the ride code.

The smallness of our club combined with trying to reach out to as many riders as possible led to another tendency: rides got listed as B pace no matter how fast they actually were. Why did ride leaders pick B? Besides the vagueness of the ride code I think it was partly modesty, partly wanting to get a good turnout, and perhaps a good dose of social pressure. Lots of people think their normal riding pace is “moderate”. Interestingly without anyone saying anything it became a common understanding that listing B rides was the “Goldilocks” choice: there were usually better attended and the ride wasn’t slow and it wasn’t fast—it was just “right”! Except they often weren’t. They were sometimes C or D pace. I think it was the Den Daddy way back in the day who coined the term “the animals” for the Spokers who liked to ride fast. So if you didn’t ride like a slowpoke and didn’t ride as fast as “the animals”, then you must be in the middle and hence a “B” rider. If you led a B ride and you got a good turnout, guess what pace you’re likely to list your next ride? I recall a club ride listed as a “B” where we were pacelining uphill on Foothill Boulevard in Palo Alto at over 20 miles an hour. That was an eye opener for me.

Swept Away
Although it’s not a formal part of the Ride Code, indicating whether or not you have a sweep or how you’ll manage to keep the group together can make a ride listing more informative and allay concerns in advance. If you don’t have a sweep or your ride is not a no-drop ride, then instead explain generally how you will handle regrouping and waiting for slower riders. At the beginning of the ride the ride leaders can go into detail on where and how often they intend to regroup.

What it ultimately boils down to is that the ride code is merely proffered guidance and there is no hard guarantee that the ride will turn out exactly as the ride host intended (if their intention is even clear). Hopefully no one goes away terribly upset or disillusioned. After a while ride hosts become known quantities and those that continue to attend rides learn with whom they can or prefer to ride. In other words if you know the ride leader, you’ll know how they ride and if you don’t, then you take your chances. Although it certainly helps to provide the most accurate guidance, ride hosts need to remember that it’s ultimately about having a good time, which depends not just on the ride itself but also on the quality of human interaction during the ride. And don’t forget: if you want clarification you can always contact the ride leader! The ride listing is a short summary of their intention and you can always ask them to elaborate.

Ride Recap: Marin Pizza Run

You know you want me…

The Marin Pizza Run was, to be honest, a rip-off of last year’s Fall Social. Roger and I had such a great time, the members who showed up were jazzed, and Janet’s backyard was the best. And Janet was all-too-happy to have us back again. This time we thought we’d do it with a slight change in emphasis: cut the ride short and cue up the food ASAP!

It turned out so much better than we had anticipated. The route was less than 30 miles. That was ten less than last year. The route was mostly flat and slightly rolling with just one steep hill towards the end. And that hill was short if challenging. The ride ends with a relaxing flat ride back from Fairfax, a route we all know well. This meant that instead of arriving grumpy and wasted, we were warmed up and in a most excellent mood to chow down on some pizza.

Last year’s Fall Social didn’t have Phil to barbecue a turkey for us, so we ordered pizza from Cafe Verde, which is just across the street. It was awesome. We weren’t going to mess with a proven formula so we did it again. Anyway we know that producing meal quality dishes is, uh, stressful for a lot of Spokers. So people could instead wager their culinary reputations on the most fab items from Safeway or Trader Joe’s without shame. Pizza goes good with anything, and as David Goldsmith says, “Bad pizza is like bad sex—it’s still better than most everything!”

How’d the ride go? We had eight riders including three newer members: James, Troy, and Andrew. In fact Andrew got his new road bike just two months ago. Troy came on Stephen’s Fall Climbing Ride #1 and he must have had a good time because he decided to come back for more of the Different Spokes’s “secret sauce”. (You didn’t know we had a secret sauce?? Speak to me in private about a taste test…) Making everything extra fab was that Ann Dunn and Elia Meza showed up. Ann got hit by a car in SF in April and ended up with a totaled bike and two broken ankles. Recovery was long but she bought a new bike and she’s riding again. Ann’s an old fart who joined in 1990 and if you rode with her you know she was fast and strong. And she’s well on her way to getting strong again. Elia is another long-lost old fart who’s back for more. She raced back in the day and she still sports a corncob in the back, has the most seriously smooth pedal spin, and the posture of a body used to pumping out watts like she’s going for broke. The other attendees were Roger Sayre and a newer member Jamie Ramsay, who used to ride a lot but turned his bike into a clothes horse for twenty years. But he’s back on the bike and was getting ready for a cycling trip to Girona, Spain.

1994 NY Gay Games DSSF women’s racing team lives on!

What made the gathering extra special was that Janet, Elia, and Ann were all part of the DSSF/Team SF 1994 Gay Games New York cycling team. Plus Elia and Janet raced for the same team back in the day too. So it was a reunion of sorts for the three ex-teammates.

I won’t dwell too long on the ride itself, which was incidental to the food anyway. But highlights included super chill MUPs (multi-use paths) including the Cal Park Tunnel, which I always enjoy; a beautifully sunny and calm traffic-wise ride through China Camp; finding a restroom just in time at the Marin Civic Center; a chill ride through suburban Novato; going up Manuel Freitas Parkway to the very end; and then a whopping descent to Fairfax with a smooth, easy ride back to Janet’s. I certainly was in a good mood by then! The one hill was the climb up Manuel Freitas Parkway to a not-exactly-deadend. At the top where the road ends is a “secret” MUP, Mission Pass, over the ridge after which we dropped steeply into Fairfax. This allowed us to skip a boring, very urban run through San Rafael and instead take the standard route back from Fairfax. But afterwards Roger Sayre said, “The climb up Manuel Freitas kicked my ass!” and going up he recorded the highest heart rate he’s ever had.

The eating will continue until morale improves!

We were back at Janet’s before 12:30—time for lunch! I walked over to Cafe Verde and ordered pizzas and they were ready in 20 minutes. Janet and I hauled them back to her backyard to add to all the food that people brought. Janet has turned half of her backyard into an outdoor living/dining room replete with comfortable couches, plenty of chairs, rugs (!), and dining tables (!!). It turns out she’s not a paper plate kind of gal either: we ate on real dinnerware with real silverware. It was way too classy for a Different Spokes meal! We had plenty of food, so much food that I kept exhorting everybody to keep eating, “NO ONE GETS TO LEAVE UNTIL ALL THE FOOD IS GONE!” Don’t you know it’s impolite to leave food on your plate?? KEEP EATING! It was all delicious. I ate way more pizza than I normally eat. Cafe Verde makes a heavenly fig. goat cheese, & arugula pie; and their meat pies are damn good too. Then Janet brought out her pies, both freshly baked. She had an apple pie and a peach/apple pie, both made from apples from her backyard tree, of course served a la mode.

Judging by the time we spent at the dining table people had a great time gabbing and eating. Ann, Elia, and Janet made ample use of the time to catch up with each other. We didn’t leave until after 3 PM because it was so peaceful and relaxing in her backyard–a real garden party! And she had a most excellent Pandora playlist in the background—the French ambient/techno and disco was fascinating!

TRAIN ZOOM, SORRY!

Ride Recap: Fall Climbing Series #2

There’s something delicious about being able to do the meat of a ride without having to chew through the gristle. Stephen’s second Fall Climbing series ride is a great 34-mile loop: easy, flat, and pleasant suburban roads up to Fairfax to tackle White Hill and then exiting the suburbs into rural west Marin to climb up Nicasio Road and then Lucas Valley before a mostly flat return. It’s been a couple of decades since I had gone up White Hill and the hill at the beginning of Nicasio Road. When I lived in San Francisco I’d ride those roads only when I was out for a long day because I was starting from the City. Out and back to Fairfax was 45 miles for me; going out to Nicasio (or usually while on the way to Pt. Reyes Station) was significantly longer. Stephen’s ride started in Marin, not SF, specifically next to Marin General Hospital, which is practically in Ross. That cuts out the Golden Gate Bridge crossing, getting through crowded Sausalito and busy Larkspur—both ways! That means we’d whet our appetite with a short and flat warmup to Fairfax and be ready for the main course—climbs—rather than filling up on all the junk miles to get there and then be sated without being satisfied.

Stephen’s strategy reminded me of David Goldsmith’s take on Stage Road: cut the fat out by driving to Pescadero instead of slogging all the way down from SF. That way you get to enjoy the best part of coastside without feeling wasted and without killing an entire day. David’s move made the scales fall of my eyes and I now wholeheartedly endorse the heretical idea of driving to a ride start even if nearby. Aren’t bikes going to save us from climate disaster? Not when you drive a gas guzzler to get in your ride. Do I care? About as much as I care when I drive to go to the market, doctor, or haul junk to the county dump. I’m no Church Lady when it comes to getting to a sweet ride. Maybe it’s because I’m old and diminished and long rides are now only in my rear view mirror. But the revelation is: it’s alright to do the best part of a route rather than having to “earn” the privilege of experiencing it by working your ass off to get there. Yes, I’m now one of those tourists who wants to be driven to the top of the peak to see the views! Well, not entirely but almost. I’m definitely turning into a ‘eat dessert first’ kind of guy. Or maybe that should be ‘just eat dessert” kind of guy.

[Digression: Speaking of which, in 2006 we were on a hard-ass cycling tour in the Alps and we ran into a Trek Travel tour group. Our group and the Trek group just happened to be staying at the same hotel in Talloires on Lac d’Annecy. If you recall, that year Floyd Landis won the Tour de France. After losing a heap of time on Stage 16, the next day he attacked on a set of cols. Those cols were just outside of Annecy. So everybody was going to head up to the passes to watch the Tour go by and see what Floyd was going to do. Our group rode up to one of the passes, which was the hard-ass way to enjoy the Tour de France whereas the Trek Travel group got in their vans and got ferried up to the pass. We rolled our eyes and scoffed at their indolence. Yeah, I’m now one of those cyclists.]

Starting in Marin felt weird. I’m so used to riding to Fairfax by the well-trodden route from the Castro across the Golden Gate Bridge and Sausalito. We turned out to be only three or four miles from Fairfax. I was hardly warmed up to go up White Hill. Time plays tricks with one’s memory and I remember White Hill as being a short grunt but not particularly steep. Now that I’m in my 70s, every hill seems steep. Stephen obviously is paying a great deal of attention to each and every climb on his rides either out of a great deal of concern for riders or perhaps because he’s had a lot of time to think about each climb (perhaps while climbing them!) He mentioned that the climb up Nicasio was “three climbs I call alpha, beta, and gamma”. Huh? I thought there was just a climb up Nicasio Road to the intersection with Lucas Valley—what was he talking about?? It turned out he was correct. I had completely forgotten that there are two short breaks in the overall ascent. And it sure seemed a lot longer than I remember it. And did I mention it’s become remarkably steeper? In my younger days I didn’t have a rear cog any smaller than a 23 so every climb I did in the Bay Area was done in a 39×23. That seems insane nowadays. But I’m old, rigid and set in my ways, and refuse to acknowledge that time has slapped me across the face more than once. So I grunted up Nicasio in a 23. I earned valuable butch points by doing so and they’re redeemable for exactly nothing except more delusion and denial.

We had a break at Nicasio where unfortunately the store was closed. We had a long wait. Unbeknownst Jamie had missed the turn to Nicasio and Stephen had to round him up. In the meantime three of the ALC guys eventually left because they had another engagement while the rest of us chatted and passed the time. Stephen had apparently texted me as to what he was doing but the lack of cell service meant we had no idea what was going on. Eventually Stephen and Jamie arrived and we all headed up Lucas Valley.

Lucas Valley can be both heavenly and hellish. The western side is beautiful and its allure is enhanced by a large section cloaked in redwoods rendering it cool and pleasant all the time. There is almost no visible development along the road. It’s just two lanes with not much shoulder. It’s lovely to cycle up and even better to cycle down. However on weekends it’s a major route for cars heading out to and back from the coast. Riding it early in the day can be fine but by afternoon it gets busy. Today it wasn’t too bad but a temporary traffic control light in the middle meant that pulses of cars were being released to sweep by us. Perhaps that’s better than having solo cars pass us at 50 MPH and today they were well behaved. But the Corvettes, Ferraris, and Lambos out for a Saturday vroomfest are tiresome. I suppose they feel the same way about us sluggish cyclists harshing their speed vibe.

We stopped to regroup and for a photo op at Big Rock and then plummeted down to Novato. The descent is less sketchy than it was a decade ago because the county has widened the curves at the top. Plus the pavement is still fairly new. But a tightening radius turn that’s quite steep is still there that no widening can mitigate. A long, easy roll down to Novato meant the end of the good stuff. What was left was eking our way through Novato suburban streets back to San Rafael and the start. The last section was MUPs up to the Cal Park Tunnel and by Corte Madera Creek to Marin General. Before the Cal Park Tunnel and Pathway were built and reopened in 2010, we would get through San Rafael via Wolfe Grade, which is direct but very steep. Cal Park is a fantastic improvement and makes getting through San Rafael much easier and safer. Plus it’s hella cool in the tunnel and reminds me of cycling in Japan where they tunnel through everything.

Back at the start we kind of dissipated since everyone had parked in different locations. Nonetheless as with Stage Road I am fully embracing the idea of driving to Marin to ride rather than having to cycle there first. Thanks Stephen!

The Lord of the Flies, or how I learned to love the Panopticon.

We had a very nice time on Stephen’s second climbing series ride in Marin and had driven back to the East Bay across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge. We usually head home via the Richmond Parkway instead of taking I-580 to I-80 south. That may seem counterintuitive: going north is way out of the way plus it’s on a surface arterial rather than an expressway. But the Eastshore Freeway becomes impossibly jammed during the day and consequently taking the less direct way to Orinda is actually faster and less stressful.

After you exit I-580 in Point Richmond, you go underneath the expressway and start heading north through Richmond towards Pinole. If you’re familiar with this road, you know that much of the western side the Richmond Parkway is mostly Chevron property and there are only a few gates to exit the facility onto the Richmond Parkway. So several of the lights are really T-intersections.

We stopped for a red light at Barrett, which comes in from the right; there is no street from the left, just a gate into Chevron. The Parkway is two-lane each direction and we were in the right (#2) lane northbound. Another car was to our left in the #1 lane. As we sat there waiting at the light, two cars came speeding up behind us and swerved into the bike lane and went straight through the red light without even slowing down. I estimate they were going about 40 MPH.

People gonna do what people gonna do.

You may recall that club member David Sexton was killed by a hit-and-run driver while cycling in Richmond on his way to Napa in last summer. This was probably how he was killed as David was a careful cyclist. He probably had a green light and saw no traffic (or saw traffic and assumed it would stop) and went into the intersection only to be smashed by a car running the light.

Is this the first time we’ve seen a car run a red light? Unfortunately not. We’ve seen it several times in recent years. Sometimes it looks like the driver just didn’t see the light as was the case for a light that was mid-block for a trail crossing. A few other times drivers have looked directly at me and then sped up to go through the light. Another time a pickup truck ran a red light, which all the other cars had stopped for. The driver would have hit another car turning left across his path of travel except for that driver’s slamming on the brakes.

In this case it was clear the two cars deliberately sped through the red light. All the other cars had stopped and the miscreants had to swerve into and use the bike lane. They never slowed down.

The result of seeing so many cases of vehicular negligence, distraction, and sheer sociopathy is that I no longer assume that drivers will respect the law or rights-of-way. I generally don’t start to go through a light controlled intersection or a stop sign without a clear sense that the other users are going to stop or yield. That may slow everyone down but perhaps it’s also reducing risk to me. While we’re cycling on streets, we can’t function as if there are no understood rules otherwise we’d flinch at every intersection and everytime another vehicle came near. It’s also not conducive to a relaxing ride. So such behavior is destructive to the social fabric of our roads. Yet there is an increasingly overt savagery at work on our roads whether it’s freeway shootings, hit-and-run collisions, wrong way driving, or driving on the sidewalk. Well, we’re the mice and the cars are the elephants on the roads, and dancing with elephants is what we do every time we go out for a road ride. That might makes right on the roads, nay in general, punctures the illusion that laws mean something when in fact they are only tinsel to distract the sheep, ie. you and me, while the wolves go about their merry way devouring at will.

The police have abandoned us on the road. Enforcement is nearly impossible as the police can’t watch everyone. We don’t have the Panopticon yet (although Larry Ellison certainly wants us get there). Great, just what I want: Big Brother is watching us.

Rides Recap: The Raw and the Cooked, Pt. 2

Part 2: The Cooked

In complete contrast of Saturday’s chilly and uppity ride, Sunday’s ride turned out unexpectedly to be extra, extra hot even if flat as a pancake. The Iron Horse Trail is a well-used rails-to-trails route spanning the San Ramon Valley from Concord—almost the Delta!—all the way to Dublin, about 20 miles. At one point it was a club fave probably precisely because it was flat and thus a good introduction for newer cyclists. It doesn’t hurt that there are a host of amenities on or just off the trail including restrooms, water fountains, and plenty of places to get yummy food. We’ve led this ride ourselves multiple times and with different food stops. If we’re gonna ride the Iron Horse, we’re gonna take the opportunity to eat something special!

Riding north to south or south or north it doesn’t matter because it’s all pretty flat and the headwind, which you expect to be northwesterly, is less of a factor because of the protection of the trees. This time we decided to start at Walnut Creek BART and head south to Dublin; if folks wanted more mileage, they could turn around with us and ride back; otherwise catching BART in Dublin makes it a pleasant 21-mile ride.

The heat wave last week didn’t give us pause because it was forecast to end by Friday. But it didn’t. And then it was very hot on Saturday, which didn’t register because we were on Stephen’s ride in the chilly City. I was pretty confident that it would ‘just’ be in the mid-80s at worst on Sunday and also that would be by the mid-afternoon when we were already heading back to Walnut Creek. So no worries.

There were eight of us at Walnut Creek BART. That’s a good turnout for ride in Contra Costa that doesn’t involve going up Diablo or Morgan Territory. Coincidentally everyone had attended the Pool Party, so perhaps our cheerleading there convinced the naive that this would be a fabulous ride. It was a real spectrum of Spokers. Janet came from Marin, Peter from San Jose, Roger from SF, Jeffrey from Berkeley; and then Lamberto, Joe, Roger, and I were the “locals”.

It was sunny, bright, and warming at 10 AM, hardly ominous. Rolling down the Iron Horse, which is just blocks from Walnut Creek BART, we took it easy, strolling along. The abundant shade along the trail probably disguised what was to come. As expected the trail was busy on a sunny Sunday morning with joggers, tons of walkers, doggers, and other cyclists. It’s not exactly crowded but it is clear that residents love the Iron Horse and use it prolifically. The trail was conceived in the mid-1980s after Southern Pacific gave up its right of way. But it took some convincing for residents to finally see the benefit of having a multi-use trail through their neighborhood. Initially there was a lot of opposition—who wanted riffraff getting access to their backyards? In a way it was prescient because BART was also interested in extending a line south through the San Ramon Valley perhaps to connect to Dublin BART. Locals were even more opposed to that than a MUP. So they relented and accepted the lesser of the two evils and now we have the Iron Horse. Little did they know that they had dodged a serious bullet. The trail is now beloved. If a BART line had gone in, Alamo, Danville, San Ramon would have faced even greater pressure to grow and we’d have a continous phalanx of midrise condos lining the route. Every city with a BART station is being browbeaten to build, build, build or else. But I digress…

The ride wasn’t rushed at all—we cruised along at 12-14 MPH for most of the way. After the obligatory restroom stop at the Danville caboose we headed south and had our first surprise. The sections of trail after downtown Danville have for years been overrun with asphalt heaves due to tree roots and long cracks caused by earth movement and slumping. If you didn’t pay attention, you’d hit a bump and be bucked off your bike. Roger and I through the years were wondering when it would get bad enough that East Bay Regional Parks District would have to do something about it. Well, that “when” apparently had arrived: it was almost all gone. EBPRD, which controls the Iron Horse, finally repaved the trail and it was like buttah! There was another notorious section near Crow Canyon. Now it too was all flat and smooth!

Further south another major trail improvement is in progress at Bollinger Canyon Road by the new San Ramon City Hall: an overpass for trail users is midway in construction. When it opens we’ll be able to glide over Bollinger, which is a heavily used multi-lane arterial controlled by a very slow stoplight. In the meantime we had to divert off the trail to get around the construction. Our inconvenience now is going to pay dividends later when the overpass is finally ready for business.

In Dublin we left the trail for our lunch stop, Paris Baguette. It was noon and heating up. Even I was feeling it although perhaps less than those who don’t live over here. Since I ride in this weather all the time, it doesn’t faze me even if I don’t prefer it. But both Janet and Jeffrey, who live bayside, were wilting under the heat.

Paris Baguette belies its name. It’s actually from Korea. Croissants, pastries, and bread don’t have much of a history in Korea but somehow PB has gotten it down. Apparently it has it down enough to export their stores to California and do good business. Do we need more French bakeries in the Bay Area? This isn’t exactly a desert for baked goods but like bikes the correct number of bakeries to have is N+1. Besides being a lovely bakery serving classic viennoserie they also bake bread—Japanese milk bread!—and serve sandwiches. You wander among the stands with your tray and select your pastries before going to the cashier. Roger and I were modest and selected just one pastry each; others were…less restrained. I would have had an espresso to go with the pastry but it was so friggin’ hot that I opted for a cold drink. The AC in PB was heavenly!

While we dined and gabbed the mercury continued to climb. Like crabs slowly being boiled soon it was too late to climb out of the pot. (Well, actually we could have just spent the rest of the day inside Paris Baguette munching away.) Janet and Jeffrey threw in the towel and decided to cut it short and take BART back. Lamberto and Joe, who just moved back from Sacramento and would have considered this a cooler summer day, weren’t even sweating.

Dublin BART is just a couple of miles away so we all escorted Janet and Jeff there. Then we saw the newest improvement to the Iron Horse: a beautiful, new, white metallic overpass above Dublin Boulevard. Unfortunately it wasn’t open yet and making things worse the Iron Horse was blocked off without an obvious detour sign. So what did we do? We dove into the construction zone following the old trail and did a little cyclocross through the sand and gravel. Roger, Lamberto, and Joe had more sense and said, “We’ll wait for you here in the shade!” On the other side of Dublin Boulevard the trail was still closed off so we ended up getting to BART by Braille. After sending Janet and Jeff off in air conditioned comfort, Peter, Roger and I retraced our path through the construction zone to meet the others.

At this point it was well over 90F and nary a cloud in sight. Peter is made of stern stuff: he was dressed in knickers and a long sleeve jersey and didn’t complain at all about the heat. Roger Sayre had the right idea: he had a sleeveless jersey and merrily opined that he came over from SF because he wanted to experience a real summer day rather than the foggy shit they get on the other side of the Bay. Keeping moving was the secret to staying cool(er) or at least staving off heat exhaustion. So we rolled steadily at a faster pace back than we did heading out.

At the caboose in Danville we all doused ourselves with water from the outdoor tap and drank water like fish. A wet jersey does wonders on a hot day. We decided to get off the Iron Horse and onto Danville Boulevard because it was faster. Roger said it was 97F in Danville. It was only eight miles to BART and although I’d normally bolt like a horse for the barn, I was literally steaming in my own juices and decided that going steadily I’d at least make it back alive rather than speeding and then melting into a blob.

In Walnut Creek Lamberto and Joe peeled off back onto the Iron Horse to get home while the four of us went through downtown. Of course that meant stoplights and each one allowed us to stop and wither some more under the blistering sun. At BART we were alive and in pretty good spirits despite the Saharan heat. That people showed up at all to ride despite the forecast is amazing; that most of us rode the whole damn thing even more so. Even though I know that weather forecasts are only slightly better than guessing, getting the forecast this wrong makes me wonder if it’s a science at all. The predicted high was for about 86-89F in Dublin by 2 PM. It was already that hot at noon; Danville should have been cooler yet it was ten degrees warmer. What a contrast with Saturday’s ride.