Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Opening the Pandora's Box of Parts
The interest in durable, classically-styled steel road racing frames have never really died. You can walk into a bike store today with seven big ones (that's thousands, not hundreds) and ride away on a carbon fiber 15-pound wonder, but the appeal of the old school lugged steel bicycle is still with us today, as can be attested by all those enthusiastic blogs on the internet.
So why is it that at your average charity ride or a century, you see virtually no bicycle that is more that five or eight years old?
Sure, these old steel bicycles, which reached the pinacle of its artform in the late 80s, weigh a healthy 22 to 23 pounds, but back then, the pros were riding bikes weighing the same amount. Go back to the 1950s, and the pro bicycles were tipping the scale at 26 pounds. Is it that nobody today wants to ride anything weighing more than 16 or 17 pounds?
Restoring a 20-year-old bicycle takes the kind of heroic (or bone-headed) dedication formerly known only to Ferrari afficionados. The parts are just not there in abundant quality. Talk to your local bike store about getting a replacement freehub body on your 7-speed Shimano 600 from 1989, and they will give you a funny look. The OEM's have long ago moved on.
The reality is, locating new old stock or lightly used parts would be well-nigh impossible in many cases without internet sources such as eBay. Like the feel of Michelin Hi-Lite Comp tires from the late 80s, which give away nothing to today's latest tires? Have fun locating that rare pair in Holland and paying thirty dollars just for shipping. The white gum rubber hoods on your Shimano 105 brake levers are coming apart? You might have to just make do with compatible black Shimano replacements and count your blessings.
The usual wear-and-tear items, like the rear cogs, chains, and chainrings are all no longer in production. And how compatible are the latest Shimano or Campagnolo gear with your classic steed from the 80s? Forget about just buying a new pair of wheels, because that rear spacing on the steel frame went from 120mm in the early 80s to 125mm in the mid-80s to 130mm in the early 90s. In theory, your bike shop can spread the rear triangle to fit the wider new hubs, but you have to remember that a lot of bike mechanics have little "feel" for the way steel behaves, having grown up on aluminum and carbon fiber, and may be skittish about bending metal with gusto.
Which parts on a bicycle can you expect to have problems with in the near future? Name a part. About the two parts that I have never seen break are the stem and the seat post. Everything else is game for needing replacement or repair with any fair amount of riding: Bent handlebar, bent axle on a freewheel hub, downtube shifter that loses its tension, brake calipers that seize from shot thrust bearings. Not to mention the big-dollar items, like a crankshaft that starts clicking because the square hole is distorted, in which case you need not only a new crankset, but also a new matching bottom bracket. You can get by with a used set in good condition, but you are taking a chance that the previous owner didn't have the same problem.
The biggest problem with restoration is that even well-known bicycle models are just not worth that much in purely monetary terms. Sticking with purely period-correct components are rarely worth the bother on anything but the most esoteric models, because the bike company that put the bike together most likely selected the components based on cost. That's why you see a Greg Lemond TSX bike with a steel frame that was hand-made in Italy come with Matrix-brand rims and hubs that have a freewheel, not a freehub. And this was at a time when the TSX set you back over 3000 dollars, and virtually every bike over 300 dollars came with the more robust freehub.
Repainting or repairing a steel frame is even bigger waste of money. You can still come across 20-year-old steel bikes in excellent condition that was squirrelled away in someone's garage all these years for the cost of getting a frame re-painted by Joe Bell.
Like many industrial designs, the road bicycle technology reached a pinacle of sorts in the late 80s. This was the time when the Japanese confidence was at its peak, and Shimano was just blowing everyone else away with its innovations of SLR brake system, index shifting with resulting precision in the drive train, and smooth, modern asthetic design.
What happened in the early 90s was that the road bicycle industry nearly died a painful death from a shift in the interest to mountain bikes, very few of which from that era are now considered "collectable," since their technology was so clearly eclipsed by the continuing improvement of full-suspension mountain bike innovations. Road bikes became disposable aluminum and carbon fiber constructs, with complex parts like the integrated shifter/brake levers that were throw-away affairs.
Every so often, I come across on the internet stories of someone restoring an old school steel-framed road bicycle, lovingly polishing old aluminum components and repacking bearings and going through the incredible trouble of locating serviceable replacement parts. From a personal point of view, I have some idea of the length which someone has to go to get a 20-year-old bicycle perform like a 2-year-old bicycle, and the dedication that these folks go through to maintain their trusted steed continues to amaze me.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Stanislaw Lem
Stanislaw Lem (1921 - 2006)
Reading Fiasco, one of his last novels, is like attending some future grand rounds conference where various characters discuss why all the great ideas and technological achievements of mankind have met with failure.
But from this sea of pessimism emerges something entirely different from mere despair, perhaps not hope itself, but at the very least a sense of buoyancy borne of the realization that we have left fool's paradise, that the veil is starting to lift, that the scales are beginning to fall from the eye.
What dawns on us is the high lyricism of the human condition.
But from this sea of pessimism emerges something entirely different from mere despair, perhaps not hope itself, but at the very least a sense of buoyancy borne of the realization that we have left fool's paradise, that the veil is starting to lift, that the scales are beginning to fall from the eye.
What dawns on us is the high lyricism of the human condition.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Smokey Yunick
Anyone who looks at Smokey Yunick like he was "just" the best automotive mechanic ever is missing the whole point.
His book, Power Secrets, does far more than present some thoughts about how to extract horsepower from a small block.
The man taught how to think. To ask questions and to read, always the key to learning.
And then to not believe everything one reads.
Rethink everything. Cut through the static and the bull.
"Think Different" (TM) isn't just driving over to Best Buy and getting an iPod.
It's wearing out a good set of socket wrenches figuring out whether something is true, or just hype.
Vetta Saddle
Vetta Saddle
Forget everything you have read about Fox shocks, Horst link suspension, or anything else that purports to make a bicycle more comfortable.
When it comes to bicycle comfort, it's the saddle, man. It's the saddle.
No leather. No carbon fiber. No titanium. No fancy knife-edge taper. No "gel cushion". No mesh. No cutaways. No glamour. No marketing.
Just the closest thing to a perfect saddle design this side of eternity.
This 6-1/2 inch wide Vetta saddle is the cat's meow to the ischial tuberosity.
Old School Ergonomics
Forget everything you have read about Fox shocks, Horst link suspension, or anything else that purports to make a bicycle more comfortable.
When it comes to bicycle comfort, it's the saddle, man. It's the saddle.
Classic Bike Saddle, Done Right
No leather. No carbon fiber. No titanium. No fancy knife-edge taper. No "gel cushion". No mesh. No cutaways. No glamour. No marketing.
Just the closest thing to a perfect saddle design this side of eternity.
This 6-1/2 inch wide Vetta saddle is the cat's meow to the ischial tuberosity.
Kraftwerk
Kraftwerk:
"The Beach Boys of Dusseldorf"
"The Beach Boys of Dusseldorf"
Before there was Old School...
Before there was Old School hip hop, before Afrika Bambaataa ever sampled a first note from Kraftwerk, there was Middle Europe.
Fast rewind to the 1930s Germany, Austria, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, and Poland.
Much like the antebellum South, that Mitteleuropa culture was cut off and vanished with the wind, seemingly for good.
War does that to cultures.
Kraftwerk's Lasting Impact
Eulogies to bygone ways of life have been known to attract the Nobel Prize in Literature. Think Yasunari Kawabata. Think Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.
Never mind that other German youths in the 70s were partying their heads off, smoking pot, and listening to the Beatles, trying to forget their own German origins.
It takes a different kind of courage to embrace Middle Europe, 1930s style, as a source of inspiration.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Star Trek The Animated Series
Its Old School credentials
Ya gotta keep in mind the historical perspective of when this series was made.
Back in the days, scientists and the general public actually believed that there were intelligent aliens, that we'd soon be traveling to the stars, etc.
Nothing seemed too far-fetched. Now, that's old school science fiction!
Why the cartoon version of Star Trek was the shiznit
One word: William Shatner
But wasn't Captain Quirk also in the original series, as well as seven franchise movies?
What makes the animated series superior is the acting. And by that, I mean voice acting.
My own theory is that, freed from the constraints of having to appear before a camera, Shatman (TM) et al could focus on their excellent "game spitting."
Listening to this series is like hearing Mel Blanc give a Fulbright lecture.
Monica Crowley
Her Old School credentials:
Girlfriend used to hang out with Richard Nixon back in the days. She even wrote a book on it: Nixon Off the Record. The Mad Bomber (TM) paid off her tuition deposit so she could go to grad school instead of law school.
Where she at now:
WABC Radio in New York City. The girl's got her own weekly talk gig on Saturdays. Also appears on Fox News as a contributor.
Why Monica is the Bomb:
She must have grown up listening to some of the same music I listened to, because this girl knows some hip hop lingo. I know she didn't go to my high school, though.
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