The Hour – Michael Hutchinson – Book Review

A seasonal cold is keeping me pretty much off the bike this weekend so here’s another book review for you..

Racing against the clock in any form of time trial is a Race of Truth. How far? How fast? Nothing else matters. Time trialling on the track is an even purer Test. Stripped bare of all the issues of weather, terrain and surface it reduces the contest to just Man and Machine. And there is no greater test of Man and Machine than The Hour – a increasingly mythologised undertaking that pits each new challenger against the greats of the sport who have held the record through the decades. Michael Hutchinson, in his 2007 book (Yellow Jersey Press. £8.99) detailing his own own attempt at the record notes that, in this way, he able to race against Coppi, even from beyond the grave.

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Book Review – On The Road Bike – Ned Boulting

Reading Ned Boulting’s book, On The Road Bike – The Search For a Nation’s Cycling Soul, about his exploration of the idiosyncratic world of cycling in Britain is, I would imagine, a bit like joining him for a bike ride. Initially there would be plenty of self-deprecation as he painstakingly points out all his likely shortcomings for the selected route or distance. Then there would be the lightest smattering of name-dropping during the time he proves that he is, in fact, more than capable of said route or distance. There would probably be some debate or confusion about the final destination or purpose of the ride itself before arriving at the end with that warm fuzzy feeling of time well spent in the company of an interesting and articulate friend, who has also shown you a couple of brilliant new lanes hidden away amongst a lot of familiar countryside.

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Book Review – THE RULES, The Way of the Cycling Disciple – The Velominati

‘The Velominati embrace cycling not just as a pastime or a means of travel, but as a way of life – as obsessed with style, heritage, authenticity and wisdom as with performance. THE RULES is their Bible.’

There is much to cherish in the Velominati’s extended paper copy of their famous online RULES (Sceptre £12.99). At times, there also appears much to scoff at, deride and probably a few to sensibly ignore. Such are the potentially divisive nature of some of THE RULES.
There is bound to be disagreement with some of the 91 Rules (there are now 92 on the website) set down by the Velominati, and I’m sure that they, the self-styled ‘Keepers of the Cog’, wouldn’t have it have any other way. Apart from the side benefit of enabling the good-natured, post-ride debates that interpretation might foster, disagreement also shows a less than total dedication to the cult and therefore elevates the total believers more fully. THE RULES are set up as a litmus test for the knowledgable road cyclist and, looking around at those on the roads these days, the non-believer rate is high.

20130908-082132.jpgI was introduced to THE RULES almost as soon as I expressed a resurgent interest in using my bike as more than a mere mode of transport.

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Domestique – Charly Wegelius – Book Review

Most cycling biographies focus on what we have come to believe are the two fundamental cornerstones of pro cycling: the Agony and the Ecstasy; the pain and the victory. Epic suffering (often experienced both on and off the bike) is eventually contrasted with transcendental glory as the subject overcomes adversity to achieve their goal. The format is repeated in any number of books for any number of riders. We have come to believe that this is how is must be. Charly Wegelius’ illuminating book “Domestique: The True Life Ups And Downs of a Tour Pro” (£16.99, Ebury Press) differs from the standard template. We get plenty of the pain and suffering of training and racing but the glory of victory is even more painfully absent. Wegelius spent 11 years as a pro cyclist, riding for some of the biggest teams in the peloton. He was well respected and, at times, his services were highly sought-after, yet he never won a single race. And therein lies the real beauty of his story.

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Howies Slipstream Longsleeve Jersey

The marketing blurb describing the new Slipstream jerseys from Howies say that they have differing knit patterns across the seamless panels which make up the form-fitting torso and sleeves, giving invisible ventilation where it’s most needed. I put the theory to the test by taking the long sleeve version out on a really hot summer day…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


‘Seamless circular knit technology.’ ‘Contoured panelling.’ ‘Second skin fit.’ For a company like Howies, who have built their business on a simple but informed style of product communication, this seems a little jarring at first. Here the technical information part is laid on pretty thickly. It’s as if they feel that this first foray into cycle wear needs a new, serious voice. Certainly they have decided that cycle wear needs a more serious visual direction too, and have chosen a manifestly minimalist approach to colour, pattern and graphics for the Slipstream jerseys. For me, that is a big plus point, and it was the look of the jersey rather than the science behind its construction which first grabbed my attention. That and the fact it has my name written on it.. I’ve always had an affection for Howies because of this but must admit I have have lost some interest in the brand of late. Too much similar product. Too much reliance on email marketing. This however caught my eye and, after checking around for some sizing information, I bought a long-sleeved version in Medium.

Fit-wise, they are dead right when they say it’s ‘form-fitting’. I’m 6′ tall and 62kg so I’m no heavyweight but when I first unwrapped the jersey I thought there was no way it would be big enough to get round my skinny frame. Off the bike the jersey feels tight everywhere – like how I imagine a skinsuit would feel – and is pretty constricting, but once underway it was hard to feel the jersey at all and I would rate it as one of the most comfortable I’ve ever worn on that basis alone. I personally would benefit from an extra half inch of length in the sleeves and most people would probably want a slightly longer back panel but at least the inherent clinginess of the material meant that the jersey didn’t ride up too much.

And so out to Kent, the sunshine and some hills. I did have some concerns about wearing an all black, long-sleeve top on what was shaping up to be a hot summer day. Even on cooler early starts I’m often rolling up sleeves or whipping off arm-warmers within a couple of miles so I knew I’d be giving the much vaunted ventilation areas a big test. There are five of these areas; a long stripe down the leading edge of each arm, one under each armpit, and a larger area on the reverse tapering down from the shoulders. These are nigh-on invisible to the eye but which reveal a more open weave when stretched over the body. And they are very effective – my arms and back could feel them working as the day worn on and the temperatures inside and out rose rapidly. The sleeves stayed firmly unrolled all day. Chest cooling is handled with the less technical solution of a full length zip but they’ve thought about this enough to give it a short cord to make usage a whole lot less fiddly than some of my other jerseys (Rapha, take note please). The stretchiness of the material prevents the zip getting started when fully done up – I needed both hands to do this – but whipping it up and down from collarbone to diaphragm and back again as the inclines and declines required was brilliantly easy.

And what of the jersey pockets? The two open pockets either side and the zipped one in the middle are all as tight and fitted as the rest of the jersey so you need to travel light. I could fit a gilet into one of the side pockets fairly easily but would have to spend quite some time by the roadside scrunching a more robust rain jacket into a suitable size to get it to fit. Fine for the short sleeve version maybe but not ideal for a long sleeve which is likely to be used in all conditions. Making the two side pockets a bit wider and the middle one narrower could solve the problem as the ratio seemed a little off given that the centre pocket is designated as the phone, keys and cash pocket but swallows these with loads of room to spare whilst not being able to be easily used for much else because of the zip.

I got through my 60 miles without boiling from the inside and was really happy with the £59 (£49 for short sleeve) spent. Currently Howies’ cycle specific range is limited to just a few pieces (long and short sleeve jerseys, men’s and women’s bib-shorts and MTB shorts) and just the one colour option. Surely based on this more is coming. Just please not too much Howies. Keep on keeping it simple..

-will do a wet weather update in due course-  

Blaming the Tools

Frayed brake and gear cables are the bane of my bike maintenance life. I’ve lost count of how many times a five minute task has turned into a two day ordeal after a cable end has frayed during initial cutting, meaning that re-threading through the outer is impossible without going back to the bike shop for another replacement. 

I’ve blamed nearly everything; my cutting technique and my tendency to rush things; the tension I’ve put the cable under and the pressure I’ve applied. I’ve even blamed the air temperature before. In short I’ve blamed everything except my tools. Only bad workman do that, right?

At the weekend I had something of an epiphany. As yet another cable bent and then unravelled as I tried to force my way through it I thought of all the time I had spent being frustrated by this problem and about all the wasted time that I could have spent actually riding, instead of going back to the bike shop for yet another bloody cable. I thought about how I’d blamed myself and the other factors that had come into play at the various times. And then I looked at my cable cutter. I looked at its inappropriately widely curved cutting surface, across which the cables always jittered before eventually snagging and succumbing to the enclosing jaws. I looked at the myriad nicks and dings on the blades themselves. Finally I turned the cutters on their side and looked at the slender slice of sunlight coming through between the misaligned blades. And I threw them straight in the bin. I might as well have been trying to do it with scissors.

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The Park Tool CN10C cutters arrived this morning. I’ve just stepped out into the back garden and snipped an inch off a cable with no more effort or anxiety than cutting a piece of string. It’s miraculous! They do exactly what they are supposed to do! Nothing more, nothing less. The cutting blade is tightly curved so the cable stays in place from the start, the blades are tight and unblemished and – oh joy of unexpected joys – they are internally sprung so they reopen without me having to change my grip and bash them apart every time the cable gets stuck. Except with these the cables don’t get stuck, the jaws just open to release a neatly cut, un-frayed cable end. Imagine that!

Now all those little cable fettling jobs that I’ve been putting off because I knew how much of a ball-ache they would be, are right back on the table. I feel liberated. I feel excited. I may even get some time for riding afterwards.

So, what have we learned? 

1. Park Tools make cable cutters that work as you would expect them to. 

2. It is not always wrong to blame your tools. 


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Father’s Day

 My kids must love me. Not only did they go off for a sleepover last Saturday night, allowing me some bike tinkering time on Father’s Day morning, when they returned they gave me this rather beautiful Paul Smith wallet. I’m not sure how they managed that on a combined pocket money of £6 a week but let’s gloss over that for now (thanks mum!)

I love the way it’s totally understated on the outside – only the fine purple thread hinting at what lies within – before becoming totally personal on the inside. A ragged collection of bike parts becomes an elegant affirmation of the owner’s interests, and will always be kept close. And you know what? Keeping this in a jersey pocket instead of in my jeans pocket will mean that it doesn’t get crushed, scuffed and worn out like many previous wallets.

Thanks Boys. Keep Riding.