Monday, November 23, 2015

Reign in the Appalachains falls mainly on the chain (derailleur doesn't rhyme)

Dear Subjects,

When I enter a room, trumpet fanfare and drum roll are no longer necessary, nor are bowing, kneeling or saluting; curtsying is optional. I am no longer PA State Champion. The new 2015 PACX State Cyclocross Champion in the 65+ category is...

Nunzio.

As in every race this season, if Nuzio finishes first, I finish second. If he is second, I am third.  Sunday's State Championship race near Pittsburgh was no exception.  He and I pulled ahead of our peers at the start, and if it had only been a one-lap race, I would have won. I passed him just before the finish line, but he retook the lead a hundred feet later, then steadily gained on me throughout the race. Nunzio got the gold medal, I got the silver.

The funny thing is, I managed to break the derailleur on my new geared bike before the race, so I defended my championship on my old singlespeed bike. This is no excuse - I only lost a few seconds a lap because of the bike, the rest was due to genetic and character flaws - but there's some sort of convoluted irony going on here. I broke so many derailleurs by 2013 that I gave up and went singlespeed. I accidentally won the 2014 championship without benefit of gears, which pumped up my ego so much that I bought the geared bike to defend that title in 2015. Then at the critical moment, I broke the geared bike and returned to singlespeed, and to my original ego.

Oh, well, maybe next year I can win the 70+ State Championship. And the Nationals, of course.

Speaking of ego, we spent the entire weekend driving five hours both days just so I could be in that race. For balance, we took my 93-year old mother so she could visit her 98-year old sister, visited with my cousins, and on the way home, stopped at the Flight 93 memorial.  Thanks to all the cousins for schlepping my mom twixt PA and WV, and for their generosity in putting us up (and planting their own granddaughter as our waitress in the restaurant WE chose just so THEY could pick up the check).

The Flight 93 Memorial is a stunning piece of sculpture. The dissonance between the art and its subject is impossible to resolve. It's worth visiting.

 
 
 

Sly Fox photos and video

Sly Fox is the Best Race Ever.

Here's the local TV coverage of the 2015 Sly Fox race:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arL54p1tHXI

Some highlights (IMHO) are 1:05 through 1:11. The singlespeed race gets going at 1:05. I'm #429 in a Spock costume at 1:09. The marriage proposal from the first race replays at 1:10:45. But you can poke around anywhere and get the flavor, although the coverage doesn't capture the noise. It's not unlike a high school football game at times.

A short gallery with some great photos (and two of me, #7 and #10) is at
http://www.aelandesphotography.com/2015-sly-fox-cyclocross-race#main

Spock photos:
http://www.sergiogphotography.com/p827640183/h69823589#h6bdca64c
http://aelandesphotography.zenfolio.com/151108-sly-fox-cx-cross/h6bec8d04#h60cd11e3
http://aelandesphotography.zenfolio.com/151108-sly-fox-cx-cross/h6bec8d04#h68aa4233
(in the last two, I'm attacking Ronald McDonald - he hit me first)

Full galleries for true die-hards:

http://aelandesphotography.zenfolio.com/151108-sly-fox-cx-cross

http://www.sergiogphotography.com/slyfoxcross_2015

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Singlespeed, religion and identity

On this date in 2009, I got my first cyclocross bike, a Trek X01. Over the next 2 years, I broke the derailleur (the gear-shifting gadget on the back wheel), the seat, the rear wheel, another derailleur, and the frame. With a new frame and new wheels, over the next 2 years, I wore through the front wheel, totaled another derailleur, broke the right shifter, and finally crashed the derailleur into the spokes, taking out both derailleur and back wheel. I replaced the wheel but swore off gears - I converted to singlespeed.

Singlespeed is what it sounds like - one (1) gear. On a hill, you pedal harder; on a straightaway, you pedal faster. When your legs tell you "it's too hard", you can't shift to an easier gear, you just say "shut up, legs".  When you're clipped into the pedals of a single-speed, you and the bike are primally connected like some kind of cyclo-centaur: half-bike, half-man. The mythical beast image helps going uphill - you can't rely on gears to ease the pain, you have to charge like a bull and use every fiber of your being to get to the top. But going downhill, you pedal like a half-clown, half-tricycle.

Singlespeed has been compared to a religion. Not as has been suggested, an Amish-like renunciation of gears, but a kind of cult with sacraments, vestments and rites. Beer is its sacrament, gorilla suits are its vestments, and climbing hills in a single gear is its rite of self-flagellation. Of course, if you pass someone on the hill, it's a rite of passage.

Back to the bike - after all those changes, is this the same bike? A person's identity is determined by continuity of consciousness. Descartes famously said "I think, therefore I am", but sadly, he is no longer with us because when a bartender offered him a drink, he said "I think not". 

What determines a bike's identity?

Everything has a line where identity breaks down. Those '50s groups like the Drifters are still at it even though the original members are dead, but the Beatles could never be the Beatles after John Lennon was gone. The line is somewhere between Queen with Adam Lambert instead of Freddy Mercury, and Genesis with Phil Collins instead of Peter Gabriel.

A bike's identity is where your own identity meets the bike. The three places where you connect to the bike are: pedals, seat and handlebars. A school of thought says the seat is the most intimate contact, but(t) this is not where my identity is centered. I contend that the handlebars are the Line of Identity - in the drone video, they're the first thing you see. They are where I steer and brake (and used to shift). I can change the frame, the wheels or add a Mary Poppins basket, but until I destroy the handlebars, it's the same bike. The Line of Identity is so decreed.

Destroying the handlebars could happen this weekend - I am entered in two singlespeed races at the Sly Fox Brewery, 3:30 and 4:20, Sunday, November 8th, 331 Circle of Progress Drive, POTTSTOWN, PA  19464.  I have no gorilla suit, but I do plan an alternate identity, if I can finish my Spock costume.