Empire Bikes 3D Printed Frame 02/15/2014
It was only a matter of time. The 3D printing phenomenon over the last few years has been one of the more interesting technology trends. The Maker movement and the ability to acquire a printer for a pretty reasonable price has made sure the topic has got a lot of column inches. Some interesting 3D printed bike components have already been emerging like the Kappius Hub, but this is the first complete bike frame I have seen. Made by a company in the UK called Renishaw who specialize in 3D printed materials they partnered with Empire Bicycles to take one of their existing frames and see if they could 3D print it and make it lighter. The result is pretty impressive. The original frame weighed 2100g, the new 3D printed version made from heated titanium powder weighed in at 1400g, 33% lighter. The frame is broken into individual sections, printed as a block and them assembled and bonded. The frame is claimed to be just as strong as the original. Fascinating.
Currently In Love With Stoemper Bikes 10/13/2013
Hand made in Portland Oregon and designed to be and look fast, beautifully crafted with a fine layer of paint. Steel and aluminum Cross and Road frames, with a motto of “If you’re reasonably serious about your riding but not too serious about yourself, give us a shout. We’d love to build you a bike.
The Fireflies West Ride 2013 10/04/2013
And so it is over. 6 days and 550 miles later we have completed the Fireflies West 2013 ride. Right now I would say I am suffering from a little bit of post-ride blues (probably mixed with saddle fatigue). As a group we traveled down PCH in a bubble of adrenaline and chamois cream protected from government shutdowns, saddle sores, news, and our jobs. For 6 days all that mattered was getting up, getting breakfast, getting to the lunch stop, getting to the hotel and Chocolate Milk, repeat. Perfect roads, perfect weather, and the wind on our backs (mostly). If you are a rider, is there a better way to spend a week? But none of these things are what made the ride special for me; in the end it was the people I met and rode with. We are all used to suffering in the saddle, some more than others, but few of us express or show how we have suffered in life. Every rider had their own special cause, someone they were riding for. A lost parent or a friend, or in some cases actually riding with cancer. Some were open and wore it on their sleeves (or in my case on my stem), others didn’t need to say anything, you just knew. The feeling of giving something of yourself and contributing to such an amazing charity created a very special kinship. No one was left behind, no one crashed, we just took care of each other and rode together. What we gained in safety we made up for in flats – especially the “King of Flats” – which all being said isn’t a bad trade.
Massive thanks has to go to the organizing crew for picking out such a great route. Right from rolling out of San Francisco to pulling in to The Mill in LA (although we did manage to roll right past the welcoming party and the Brazilian band), the route never got boring and stayed challenging. There were moments that will go into the catalogue of unforgettable rides. Rolling into the Redwoods of Big Sur after a 98-mile day. Climbing up Stage Coach with Ben in the pre-lunch sun with a perfect tempo. Ripping up the Cabrilo rollers on a tailwind into San Simeon and looking down to see my dad’s face smiling up at me and getting that little extra (he knew exactly what was going on:). Rolling out of Ventura on the front and looking back on a bend to see about 40 Fireflies on my wheel, incredible. Riding in the group with Mick into Solvang over what became known as the “Magic Carpet.” A stretch of road that felt like it was going down hill, but didn’t look like it, on a surface that looked like it had been laid down 2 hours earlier (in fact it felt so good we rode right past the vineyards).
Going into a 6-day ride mentally feels like a big effort, but on reflection it actually went by really quickly. Once you get past those first few days, you and your legs slip into a routine. You know when you can push yourself, and you know when to back off. I rode always leaving a little bit in the tank to make sure I wasn’t on my knees by LA. Although there were always those moments when you say f@*k it! Like riding into Santa Cruz on the back of Vlasta the “Czech Vespa” at 34 mph. Sometimes you just have to go, right? On the last day I slipped away at the rest stop and rode up most of the Mulholland climb by myself. Just me, my thoughts, and my dad on my stem – it was a very special moment. Then I was back in the ride again as I heard gears and panting behind me and the climbers rolled past – that might have been the moment where I moved on.
The photo above says it all, the regroup at Father’s Office in LA. A beer in hand and a closing speech from Mick, we were all happy to have finished, but also maybe just a little sad we were done. Bittersweet – although the ice cream Tracy bought me helped. If you ever want to challenge yourself on the bike and do some good in the process, the Fireflies is a damn fine place to start – I recommend it to everyone. There was one thing that made me smile maybe more than anything. So many people commented on how good a wheel I was to ride behind, how consistent and safe it felt. After 3 decades in the saddle you would hope I got it right :), but really it comes from riding behind my father who had the most perfect souplesse pedal stroke crafted from years on the track and touring for weeks at a time. He was a good study and I know he would have been proud of the compliments as he worked hard to get me there both in the saddle and in life. Thank you so much guys for those words, they meant so much. The ride has reinvigorated me, and made me want to get lean and fast again. Here’s to next year – hell maybe even the Alps.
Did someone actually say “Should we keep going to Tijuana”?
Cycling History Made In Belfast 02/03/2014
Northern Ireland isn’t a place that you would automatically associate with cycling history. But on May 9th when the GIRO starts in Belfast it will roll past a place that changed cycling forever. That place is now called Lavinia Square of the Ormeau Road, but back on May 18th 1889 it was called the North of Ireland Cricket Club Grounds and was the meet-up for a series of bike races. On that day Mr. “Willie” Hume of the Belfast Cruisers Cycling Club entered a race on a bike equipped for the first time with tires filled with air. Willie was the first to purchase the “Safety” bicycle fitted with the newly patented pneumatic tires made by Dunlop. The added advantage of this new technology became immediately evident as it took a below average rider who had never won a race and propelled him to the top spot on the podium, in every race he entered.
The 2014 Condor Super Acciaio 10/13/2013
For 2014 Condor have made some significant updates to their already amazing Super Acciaio steel frame. The custom rolled Columbus tubing is now 150g lighter and the oversized steel press-fit bottom bracket is made from a single piece of billet. A frame that is designed with Crit racing in mind the chain-stays have also had a curve added that prevents “chain-slapping” common with corner accelerations when the chain slaps against the inside of the stay causing it to chip. I currently ride one of the older frames and on the medium hills around here is handles itself really well, I can only imagine the 200g savings on the frame and fork on the new model it will climb even better. The frame was recently tested in the Tour Of Britain with the Rapha JLT team, when Kristian House raced it in the last stage. The one below has been tested on various terrain this year with team rider McCallum who went through 15 variations to get the frame to feel the same as his carbon Leggero rig.
The Next Ride 09/27/2013
If I am completely honest I have had a little bit of creative block for the last 6 months. Loosing a parent impacts all of us in very different ways, for me one of those ways was a loss of joy in the things I used to find enjoyment in doing. This blog, brand, photography, publishing thing was one of them. But I feel different this morning. I am just kitting up for a 6 day 550 mile ride down one of the most beautiful rides in the world, PCH. I woke 3 hours early with nervous energy. If that wasn’t enough I am doing it with a bunch full of creative minds, all for the cause of raising funds for the City Of Hope Hospital. My father will be riding with me in spirit (he is actually taped to my stem, literally) and I know he would have loved this. I think this ride is going to give me a new burst of creative energy, so be warned I am going to bore the shorts off you with posts about how beautiful bikes are and how happy I am that the UCI has at least for now someone who seems to want to give us our sport back. Ride on….