Saturday

Sun came out today. Life ain’t all bad. Still want a ‘cross bike. Still gotta get the MTB dirty again before I can justify any new wheels.

This is happening around the place, but not Hobart. If it’s near you, I’m sure you know about it already, but maybe not. If you go, I’m sure there’ll be something good.

And here’s an interesting blog post about laser cut dropouts, if you’re into that kind of thing. Forwarded on by my old man, aka the Man In Black, aka BP, aka Bruce Pringsteen. Respect.

And from the same site, here’s an amusing video. Should be replicated around the world for worthy chuckles and good times.

Also, spotting custom BnC spoke cards on bikes in the city makes my day. Rep it and roll it.

Don’t forget daylight savings starts tonight (clocks forward 2am). That means more light, and that summer is going to drag its sorry arse out of the shed eventually. Which means more riding time, more drinking time, and hopefully plenty of hot weather (yeah right!). A PSA from BNC. That’s how we do it.

Epic? Nah.

BnC headed off on the much-anticipated Hobart Ouse Hobart ride on Monday morning. Nine riders it total, mounted on tourers, cyclocrossers, roadies, singlespeeds and track bikes. We rode up some stupid hills and I think the three of us who were stuck on fixed gear bikes quite soon realised we were a little foolish. Regardless, the ride was awesome and we rode through some awesome scenery and passed a heap of nifty little backwaters. A headwind plagued the first day, and there was a bit of pain darkening the beautiful sunshine and tail wind on the second day, but the ride passed smoothly without any mechanicals or offs, which is a sure sign that the cycling powers were keeping an eye on us. Ben walked a few of the hills, but kept claiming he ran into nude lesbian pillow fights and was forced to slow down to watch. Gus slowly opened his eyes to the joy that is a cycling chamois. And Damo rode the whole way in the big ring, as a way of showing solidarity with those of us on fixed gear bikes…smart arse.

I’ve come down with the flu as a direct result of being a useless unfit bastard who’s unused to riding any distance greater than three kilometres, so I’m not going to write any more than that. I’ll leave it up to Liam and his camera to tell the rest of the tale, and hope that some of the other guys can either post some more or throw up some photos (yet to get my film developed).

Roll on.

I Can’t Be The Only One…

…Who thinks these frames look sexy as hell. The Aussie Candy Cranks girls seem to be churning out a heap of rad stuff lately, and these frames are looking to take the cake. I tend to get caught up in stuff that has consistently good style (Rapha being the prime example) and the crew over at CC are doing a damn fine job of sucking me in. Their logo is enough for starters, and now they start doing things like this. Very nice. They actually remind me a little of my new build, and seeing as how that’s the sexiest bike I’ve ever seen, that’s a good thing. Keep an eye on their blog for more info as it emerges.

On another note, go check out the video of crash carnage in the Tour of Spain. Plenty of ‘oh shit!’ moments.

LightLane – BYO bike lanes?

From wired.com:

Fed up with seeing friends getting clipped by cars, the designers at Altitude combined two things we love — bikes and lasers — to create an instant bike lane and make nighttime cycling a whole lot safer.
Their bike-mounted gadget, called LightLane, beams two bright red lines and the universal symbol for cyclist on the pavement, neatly delineating a bike lane to remind motorists to yield a little space. It should make everyone feel a little more comfort on the road.

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