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Sunday, March 31, 2013

Look at this adorable child

Our kid was so excited to go on a bike ride. We dragged him to a couple of flea markets earlier in the day. He was so good, and was really looking forward to this ride - our first family bike outing since moving to Springfield.

As soon as Cody assembled the trailer, the little dude wouldn't stay out of it. He even tried putting on his helmet by himself. Adorable, right? We were in for the easiest bike ride ever, right? Right?

Wrong.

The moment I strapped him into that trailer he started crying. "This will pass," we told ourselves, "He cried a little bit the very first time we put him in the trailer. That fuss only lasted a few seconds."

This fuss wouldn't stop.

The tantrum escalated. We only made it six blocks before circling around and going back home.

We plan to take the kid on more frequent rides as the weather continues to warm. I'll let you know how it goes.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Update on the New Motobecane

I put together a nice little before-and-after image of the 1982 Motobecane Super Mirage mixte, and then completely forgot to include it in the post when I showcased the finished bike.  So here is a side-by-side of one picture I snapped the day I started working on the bike, and another after I had finished work on it.

Ginger and I ride to work after lunch most every day.  It's really the only time we are able to ride together during the week.  And I have to admit that since she started riding the Motobecane, I've had some difficulty keeping up with her.  The machine really flies, and in all honesty Ginger's probably in better pedaling shape than I am, especially since she's accustomed to riding the heavier Raleigh Sports.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Finished 1982 Motobecane Super Mirage

 

As you may have already noticed, I finished Ginger's '82 Motobecane Super Mirage early this week.  I apologize for not updating more frequently on the progress of the bike, but the basement is a bit dark and cluttered for taking decent pictures.  So I decided to just let the finished bike emerge from its dark, below-ground cocoon.


I can't say that this project was as seamless and straightforward as some of my previous machines.  The disassembly, cleaning, and rust removal went more-or-less as expected.  But there were a few snags in the process of reassembling the bicycle.  The first notable snag was how to run brake lines.  See, step-through frame bikes have rear brake calipers that are sort of upside-down - the cable comes into the calipers from below the brakes, along the seat stays.  But I replaced the old brakes on this bike with a set of brand new long-reach calipers.  The new calipers are designed with the housing stop at the top, as is traditional for non-step-through frame bikes, so I had to do some creative cable running.  As you can see in the picture above, I ran the rear brake line through the existing guides on the top tube, then between the two laterals, where it made an 's' shape into the rear brake caliper.  It's maybe not ideal, but it will have to do; and I'm pretty happy with the action on the rear brake.  I've also considered cleaning up the old brake calipers and putting them back on the bike, but I'm still undecided.  My main reason for not switching back to the old brakes is that I like the increased stopping power of the new calipers.


The second, and potentially ongoing, issue that I had to deal with was fender clearance.  I accessorized the bike with a set of hammered alloy fenders from VeloOrange.  I should preface by saying that these fenders are gorgeous.  They also come with ample hardware to mount the fenders in a number of different ways. The front fender went on the bike without a problem.  But the rear fender comes painfully close to the tire as it passes under the rear brake.  So close, in fact, that the little rubber nipples on the new tire hit the fender, making a sort of swishing sound as the rear wheel turns.  It's actually not the rear brake that is the cause of the clearance issue.  The source of the problem is the brake mount that runs between the seat stays, which is far too low and close to the rear wheel.  Eventually, though, a little elbow grease and patience was all that was required to alleviate the problem, and hopefully alleviate it permanently.


Some of the other notable additions or modifications that I made to this bike include the beautiful vintage  Suntour downtube shifters that the folks at Queen City Cycles assembled for me, and the Wald 215 rear rack.  In fact, I liked the Wald rack so much I bought two of them and put one on my bike.  It's also worth noting that one of the old Weinmann brake levers was totally shot, so I trashed them and picked up a set of nearly identical levers from The Hub.  The new levers, however, have a pretty ingenious quick-release mechanism for releasing brake cable tension that is really cool.  The wheelset, rubber, tubes, fenders, and 6-speed freewheel I also bought from The Hub.  Along with the shifters, Queen City was my source for bar tape, brake hoods, cables, and a few other odds-and-ends parts that I needed during the course of the project.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Meet my new ride






Cody just finished my new bike!

He'll bring you up-to-date on the specifics later, but I'll just tell you it's beautiful. It has a gorgeous new Brooks saddle, hammered fenders, a sweet little rear rack, fancy hoods and cork bar tape. And, hand to God, it doesn't weigh more than 5 pounds.

Okay, that last part is an exaggeration (and also probably blasphemy), but it's the nicest part about this new hotness. It's so much lighter than my Raleigh Sports. I felt like I was flying today. There's this one hill I have to climb as I'm headed home from work - normally I dread the thing - but today it was so easy!

That Cody of mine really outdid himself with this restoration. I couldn't be any happier with the outcome.


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Guess which one of us is Irish





We found out St. Patrick's Day here in Springfield is a pretty big deal. Cody's folks came in from out of town so we could all wear excessive amounts of green clothing and accessories and head down to the parade. We took advantage of the gorgeous weather and got out the tandem for its first tour of downtown Springfield. Many people waved at us.

Back seat tandem riders don't have to hold the handlebars.

Cody's parents drove over to the festivities and took our boy with them so he could get a good look at the animal costume contest. He saw lots of dogs in tutus, plus some festive alpacas and reptiles. He liked it.

Really, though, he liked the parade because candy was flung in his general direction. He left the parade with his pockets stuffed with sugar. He also managed to steal some of our beads with green beers on them, which made us look like the Parents of the Year.

Even though there were a whole bunch of parades in Columbia, this might have been the first one we attended as a family. It was a whole bunch of fun to watch him scramble for candy with the other children and see how he reacted to the super-cool floats and watch him wave at the people. But the parade wasn't without its adult entertainment. I particularly liked this float...

Giant can of PBR

We had a great time getting a gander at our fellow Springfieldians, drinking some Guinness, showing our son a good time and hanging out with our family. Bonus: we even got in a nice little bike ride.

My button says, "I'm not Irish. Kiss me anyway!" I also look for any excuse to wear my beerings.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Talking to strangers


Some nice lady who I did not recognize drove slowly around me as I was headed to work today. She had the windows rolled down on her gray SUV so I could clearly her her shout, "Heeey!" while giving me a wave. Since she had a big ole bike rack on her rig I assumed it was a friendly holler, not a get-out-of-my-way sort of thing.

Bolstered by this encounter and the gorgeous weather I decided everyone I met today would be similarly chummy. So with that mindset I headed home for my break and exchanged a smile and a nod with the guy who pulled up next to me on his moped. Without thinking I challenged him to a race.

Just a friendly joke between two people who don't spend a whole lot of money on gas, right?

Wrong.

"You're sexy," was his response.

That was when I remembered why I don't talk to strangers. 

I should mention here that this is probably the longest red light in town. I stood there in icy silence next to this creep for what seemed like forever. It was during this interminable interval that he asked where I was going.

"Home to my husband," I said. 

And that's where I went.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Open letter to the lady who almost killed us today


Dear lady,

I'm sure the thing you were digging around for in your SUV's console was very important. So important, in fact, that you failed to notice your light at the intersection of Grant and Walnut was red. So riveting that you failed to see the pair of cyclists in the middle of the intersection directly in front of you. So captivating that you didn't seem to hear me bellow into your passenger window a few panicked 'HEYHEYHEYs'. That thing in your console must have been pretty bewitching.

Luckily my husband makes sure our brakes are in excellent condition.

Sincerely,
Ginger