Cycle Trek

Migrating to a new blog!

2005-11-27T21:15:00.000-05:00

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Biking Jewish Boston

2005-11-13T09:39:00.000-05:00

Knox and I are working on a new ride on Boston's Jewish History for Hub on Wheels. Read all about it!

Potholes 2, bike light 0

2005-11-01T17:39:00.000-05:00

A week or two ago, in preparation for the end of daylight savings time and the inevitable dusk commutes home, I installed a new rear light to replace the one that was crushed by an SUV earlier this fall. Today, probably somewhere between Chestnut Hill and Washington Square, the light broke off. The mounting piece is still firmly attached to my light, but the light itself? Gone into oblivion. Obviously, as much as I like this model light for its near-360Âº visibility, it is designed with such a long moment arm that it cannot withstand the torques caused by my riding through Boston's uneven roads. It's time to look for a new solution. Any suggestions?

As the weather turns

2005-10-21T18:37:00.000-04:00

The weather is certainly turning here in New England, and I'm biking much less than I was by the end of the summer. Last week was very rainy, of course, and I don't enjoy biking in bad weather when I am in a hurry to get to work. This week I had a rain fake-out (it was raining heavily when I was getting ready in the morning, but cleared up soon after) and longish days at work.

By far the most important factor is the diminishing daylight. It is barely light when I leave the house and it is already dark when I get home. I am in the market for a handlebar extender I can use to mount a headlight-- and not just any headlight, but a lead-battery powered headlight that will allow me to see and not just be seen.

The dropping temperatures also make biking less enjoyable. This morning I remembered to wear my long-fingered gloves, but my nails were still painfully cold. I didn't have time to locate my skull liner, and the wind running though my helmet was a little too refreshing.

Still, obsessions die hard. Knox and I plan to take the train North and bike to Amesbury tomorrow for some good ol' apple picking and donut eatin'.

Bike saddles and impotence

2005-10-03T21:43:00.000-04:00

I though the whole link between bike riding and impotence had been debunked, but apparently not. The New York Times reports on three summary articles in September's Journal of Sexual Medicine which survey about a dozen recent studies on the subject. It turns out that "[t]he studies add to earlier evidence that traditional bicycle saddles, the kind with a narrow rear and pointy nose, play a role in sexual impotence." While the studies focused mostly on men, it is though that saddles could have a similar effect on women.

The scientists recommend not the "ergonomic" saddles with cutouts which may increase the pressure on sensitive nerves, but rather noseless saddles that force the rider's whole weight to rest on the sit bones.

My bike saddle is of the traditional sort, but not hard and narrow like a real road bike's. It's a bit wide and cushioned, and I'm not conscious of undue pressure on my perineum (nor of any untoward consequences). Curiously, though, when I haven't stretched, I will sometimes feel a slight thread of pain in my thigh and my buttock, but this pain goes away if I stop to stretch.

Turning away from fuel

2005-09-19T19:36:00.000-04:00

An interesting article in The Boston Globe about people seeking alternative means of transportation and finding other ways to spend less money on gas and less time driving.

By bicycle, by scooter, by train, by foot, by strategies large and small, more and more fed-up motorists are forsaking their vehicles and exploring ways to avoid being guzzled by gas.

Imagine that-- when prices are not kept artificially low, people are more willing to consider alternatives! Now, if we could only get the prices to reflect the externalities of the environmental impact of fossil fuels and the driving lifestyle...

Crushed by an SUV

2005-09-08T18:30:00.000-04:00

I had just left work and was biking home when I heard the sound of plastic hitting the pavement. With a sinking feeling, I pulled over and checked my derriere; sure enough, my taillight was missing. And there it was, lying in the middle of the traffic lane on Walnut Street. I walked over, anxious to pick it up before a car ran over it.

All of a sudden, an ominous dark SUV turned the corner. Oh, oh. As my dismay mounted, I saw its oversize wheel aiming straight for my defenseless little taillight. I watched helplessly as the crack heard up and down the streeet scattered debris every which way. The SUV continued on its course blissfully unaware of what had transpired. Or was it? Methought there was just a little swagger of triumph in the dastardly contraption's retreat from the scene of destruction.

Anguished, I picked up the remains of what was once my taillight, now nothing more than pitiful broken shards of plastic and glass. How had this come to pass? Was I to blame? Surely, I should have tried harder to put a nut on the bolt that was holding it in place. If it didn't fit, I should have used a longer bolt. It was all my fault! I had destroyed the taillight! Or not, maybe I could blame the bike store for not fastening it correctly or the streets of Boston for bumpy rides that would have shaken anything loose.

After a mournful ride home, a quick forensic analysis of the carcass revealed that the plastic fastening point had broken completely. It was not my fault at all, nor the bike store's (though in good conscience we both should have attached the light more securely). No, it was the streets of Boston, Newton, and Wellesley who had conspired to shake and rattle my poor little taillight until it broke. It was the potholes that could not be avoided and the bumps from layers and layers of pavement patches; in short, the callous disregard for proper biking conditions that condemmed my faithful taillight to an all-too-early death.

Cape Cod Century!

2005-09-05T21:30:00.000-04:00

On my flight home from my Newfoundland vacation, I was really yearning to get back on the saddle and do some more bike touring. I was torn: perhaps a weekend tour the following week would be a good way to prolong the summer and ease me into the routine of the everyday--- or perhaps what I would really need was quiet time to catch up on my sleep, my blog, my pictures. Staying home and nesting sounded awfully appealing, but my freshly-cleaned bike sparkled its beckons at me....

What should drop like the gentle dews of heaven onto this barren landscape of indecision but an invitation to a birthday party on Cape Cod for my friend and colleague Matt? Problem solved! A trip, a destination, and a roof over my head.

I took the commuter rail to the end of the line at Kingston, MA, and biked from there on 3A, 3, the Sagamore Bridge (I really should have used the sidewalk), and 6 to get to the party at South Dennis. The party was fun: we hung out at the beach, and then went back to the house for barbecue, socializing, dancing, and star-gazing. Most of us crashed at the house that night.

Today, after grabbing a quick breakfast, we parted ways. My original plan was to return the way I came, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to avoid the Labor Day traffic heading back into town, Instead, I went against traffic: I took the Cape Cod Rail Trail from South Dennis all the way to Wellfleet, and then routes 6 and 6A to get into Provincetown, whence, after gobbling down a delicious lunch, I embarked on the Gay Express (as I call it) to bring me back home.

Indeed, without intending to, I biked the entire Cape in two days, which, including the distance biked in Boston, amounts to just over a century; that is in itself an accomplishment. It was also my first solo bike tour (ie. self-sustained overnighter) sans the boyfriend. And, to top everything off, I refreshed my bike tan. I hope it will stick around until Knox returns from Nova Scotia.

My house to South Station

Distance:	4.05 mi
Pedal time:	0:20:22
Average speed:	13.09 mi/hr
Maximum speed:	23.0 mi/hr

My house to South Dennis

Distance:	54.92 mi
Pedal time:	3:33:31
Average speed:	15.89 mi/hr
Maximum speed:	32.7 mi/hr

My house to S. Dennis, Provincetown, and then back home on the ferry

Distance:	102.11 mi
Pedal time:	6:54:50
Average speed:	15.35 mi/hr
Maximum speed:	32.7 mi/hr

Massachusetts Bike Laws

2005-09-03T15:30:00.000-04:00

I found this reference to Massachusetts Bike Laws. Some items of note:

You must have your headlight and taillight on if you are riding anytime from 1/2 hour after sunset until 1/2 hour before sunrise.
You must wear reflectors on both ankles if there are no reflectors on your pedals.
You may ride your bicycle on any public road, street, or bikeway in the Commonwealth, except limited access or express state highways where signs specifically prohibiting bikes have been posted.
You may ride on sidewalks outside business districts, unless local laws prohibit sidewalk riding.

I put this link on the sidebar to this blog.

Scrubdown!

2005-08-30T22:42:00.000-04:00

I just finished cleaning my bike, using the handy new bike repair stand I bought as soon as I came back from my Newfoundland trip. The stand makes it much easier to clean and adjust the bike; it was $100 well spent.

Using degreaser, a cassette scraper, brushes, and old socks, I was able to degrease the chainwheels, cassette, and chain down to their pristine silver sheen. I cleaned the wheels, buffed up the frame, lubed all the moving parts and cables, and voila! My bike shines once again.

I still have to put on the fenders and racks, which parts will need to be cleaned beforehand as well. By then, the replacement middle chainring to replace the one I mysteriously bent should have arrived, together with the replacement for the spoke protector I broke when my bungee cord got tangled up in the cassette. After I take the bike in to the shop to get these repairs done, I will be riding once again like the wind.

Bikes not Bombs gentrified out of a home

2005-08-30T08:35:00.000-04:00

Bikes not Bombs is looking for a new location.

Back in Boston

2005-08-29T10:27:00.000-04:00

Alas, Newfoundland is but a memory and a collection of pixels now. I'm settling down into the familiar routines of the everyday, but will spend some of my free time over the next few weeks completing my trip journal on this blog and organizing my pictures. Check back often!

Rain, screech, and Vikings!

2005-08-24T12:41:00.000-04:00

We have just entered St. Anthony, on the north end of the Northern Peninsula. We spent the last two days in the L'Anse aux Meadows area, site of the first authenticated Viking settlement in 1000 C.E. We toured the actual settlement location (a UNESCO World Heritage site), walking on the turf which has been placed on top of the archeological dig when exploration ceased in the late 1970s, and visiting some of the recreated structures on display there. We also went to Norstead, a completely fake Norse settlement that aims to capture, complete with play actors (who, alas, speak English), how the Norse may have lived at the time. It was all good fun and informative. Vikings rule! They made the cold, wet journey on the North Atlantic from Norway through Greenland in small wooden ships, never losing sight of shore, trying to settle new lands.

We've been having a cold, wet journey of our own, as the weather this week has been rainy and cool. This made for less-than-comfortable biking, and we've been staying in B&Bs the past three nights just so we wouldn't have to deal with the frigid, windy rain that's here at the moment. Much as I enjoy camping, a warm mattress and a full meal are welcome comforts!

Last night, we became honorary Newfoundlanders (with certificates and everything!) when we were "screeched in." This is a tradition that involves drinking a shot of screech (a form of rum) and kissing a cod (literally). We did this at The Norseman Restaurant in the town of L'Anse aux Meadows as part of the dinner theater (silly skits, local stories, and folk music) they put on several times a week. The food there was awesome, by the way, among the best we've had here.

Today we intend to explore the legacy of Dr. Grenfell, a missionary who settled in St. Anthony and helped the locals become more self-sufficient. Tomorrow we take the bus south to Port aux Basques, where we'll just do a day bike trip before catching the ferry to Nova Scotia. Our Newfoundland adventure is coming to an end! Luckily, I'll have a chance to ramp down from vacation mode over the several days it will take me to organize my notes and pictures and complete my blog.

Rocks, fog, and moose

2005-08-19T09:43:00.000-04:00

We just finished having our second breakfast at Cow Head, after camping overnight at Shallow Bay. The terrain is now flat, and we seem to have a tailwind. We are aiming for Port au Choix tonight, if everything works out.

The weather is bright and sunny once again (some scattered clouds) after two days with intermittent rains. We can't complain, though: overall, the weather has been excellent on this trip! Recent highlights include a tour of the Tablelands, a geologist's paradise whose roots hark back to the genesis of Pangea; a hike halfway up Gros Morne Mountain before the rains came; a moose sighting on the road, just ten feet away from me; and a cold boat cruise of misty Western Brook Pond, an ultraoligotrophic pond with what used to be fjords (no longer saltwater, though...)

On the West Coast

2005-08-15T09:26:00.000-04:00

We're in Deer Lake right now. We took the ten-hour DRL bus from St. John's yesterday; happily, we had no problem getting our bikes on board in spite of the conflicting reports we had heard (wrap your bikes, box your bikes, they're out of business, they don't take bikes). We wound up getting up gawd-awful early (5am) after a lateish excellent meal (11:30pm) just so we could pack, bike to the Memorial University bus stop, and then take our wheels off and wrap our bikes in plastic sacks. The trip was made more tedious by our forgetting our reading materials, deck of cards, chess set, and MP3 player in our bags under the bus, so we had to distract ourselves by looking out the window into the foggy morning and watching (it pains me to admit this) the Olsen twins in some lame movie about a reality TV show, "The Adventures of Stitch and Lilo", and the modern version of "Freaky Friday." Blech.

The campground last night was surprisingly empty, and we chatted with Chris and Susan from Ontario, who are cycling in Newfoundland for a week. We wound up not getting the early start we intended today, so we just had a warm breakfast at a gas station, and we're getting ready to climb some big hills into Gros Morne. We'll get to Trout River tonight or tomorrow. Woo hoo!

Falling off the edge of the continent

2005-08-11T23:30:00.000-04:00

La Manche Provincial Park to St. John's by way of Cape Spear

After walking our bikes up the arduous slope from our campsite to the main road, we pedalled past the steep hills at Tors Cove and Witless Bay (where we stopped for our second breakfast, the first time this trip this hasn't turned into lunch) into St. John's. We took a detour toward Cape Spear, the most easternly point in North America. This is where many of the bikers on trans-Canada trips begun in British Columbia end their trek. It must be an extremely emotional moment for them; I know it was for me, and I've only been on this trip for a few days!

The hills getting to Cape Spear are very steep, and the strong winds blowing out to sea made steering the bike somewhat challenging. Make it we did, though, and saw the old lighthouse, took the obligatory picture on the eastern tip of the continent, and watched the drama of gannets dive bombing for fish as a whale puffed away in the distance. We spied St. John's in the distance, in a small-necked harbor ("The Narrows"), and set out in that direction.

After struggling up and down the hills away from Cape Spear, we started the long, scary descent we'd heard so much about into the city. It's a series of steep inclines, with a sharp hairpin turn under the highway right before one lands at Water St., one of the main avenues. In truth, the descent was nowhere near as terrifying as the anticipation-- still, I was glad to have good brake pads. With help from some folks at a convenience store, we located our hostel--- and had to pedal up a series of hills (which would quite hold their own in San Francisco or Seattle!) to get there.

The hostel is more of a rooming house. The people who run it are certainly nice, but we were laughing at the "suite with a view and a futon" that we got: we're in the attic room, on a futon mattress on the sloping floor (the whole house has settled) overlooking, past the roofs of other houses reminiscent of East Boston, the industrial port in the harbor. Still, though, it's conveniently located and quite luxurious after several nights of camping in the wild.

Distance: 49.02 mi
Pedal time: 4:53:25
Ave. speed: 10.69 mi/hr
Max speed: 37.8 mi/hr
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Of storms and puffins

2005-08-10T23:30:00.000-04:00

La Manche Provincial Park, La Manche Village, Bauline East

Today, our butts did not meet the saddles. After getting up at camp and having REI freeze-dried meals for breakfast, we hiked out to La Manche Village, a small, isolated settlement destroyed in 1966 by a fierce storm that swept away the houses perched on the rock overlooking the ocean). The views were, once again, spectacular, but it's hard to imagine what life must have been like for the villagers, connected to the outside world apparently by only narrow mountain-side trails.

Our hike then took us to the town of Bauline East, where we had a late lunch and then signed up for Colbert's Puffin & Whale Tours. The ship took us around an island, a huge rock whose rock strata were plainly evident, and on which many puffins nested in a manner reminiscent of Cape St. Mary's. Most fascinating was watching the adorable puffins floating and flying on the water. They are not the most gracious fliers: they flap their short little wings furiously, like a wind-up toy, as they follow their stout colored beaks in search of food. The youngest (or was it most stuffed) of these penguin doppelgangers had a hard time gaining altitude; quite often they would simply skim the surface of the water before giving up and diving under as they tried desperately to escape the pursuing seagulls.

After returning to camp, I once again marveled at the night sky. I was amazed by what a difference even a pair of binoculars makes. I think perhaps there may be an amateur telescope in my future. For now, though, we keep looking for a travel-size star chart we can consult during the next few weeks at camp.

No biking today
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Shooting stars, hiking, and puffins

2005-08-10T11:31:00.000-04:00

We're here at Bauline East finishing up a light lunch before we embark on a boat tour to see puffins and whales. Today is a bike rest day; we just hiked up to this town from La Manche Provincial Park. We were able to get a sweet camping spot there, and last night I saw the sky mottled with stars as I never have before. It was humbling.

We'll probably head over to St. John's tomorrow.

Awed by Newfoundland

2005-08-09T14:10:00.000-04:00

I'm here at the Irish Loop Coffee House in Witless Bay, Newfoundland, on a slow dial-up Internet connection. It's been hard to get Internet or cell phone access--- and Newfoundland is keeping us quite busy.

In the few days we've been here we've encountered fog and rain and steep hills(our first day coming in from the ferry), sunshine and flat bogs (since then, mostly), and native hospitality (a family invited us in for breakfast at Branch). Breathtaking views everywhere! We've been to Cape St. Mary's, a bird sanctuary on the cliffs where migratory birds nest; truly a memorable site. The towns that appear on the map are often no more than a few houses; we count ourselves lucky if there are convenience stores or restaurants.

Right now we've finished cutting across to the Eastern side of the Avalon Peninsula. We plan to camp at La Manche Provincial Park for a couple of nights, before heading north to St. John's, which promises to be the big city around here where we should be able to tune our bikes, do some laundry, and maybe blog a bit more.

More updates to follow when we get more, faster Internet access (St. John's, I would think.)

The Birds

2005-08-07T23:30:00.000-04:00

St. Mary's Ecological Reserve

The biking from St. Bride's to Cape St. Mary's was mostly flat, a long stretch of road through a tundra mottled with squat trees and bog, the mountains in the background. Upon arriving at the visitor's center we looked out from the observation deck, and there they were, a white sea of birds on the cliff about a mile away.

After we walked through the exhibits, trying to memorize the distinctive markings of each bird, we embarked on the trail to the cliff's edge. What an experience! Everything quiet and picturesque until we turned the final corner, and then the shrill cacophony of birds accompanied by the smell of guano and fish. We were standing on the edge of a 100m-long cliff, just a few feet away from the Bird Rock where black-legged kittiwakes, cormorants, gulls, thick-billed murres, common murres, razor-billed auks, northern gannets, and black guillemots nested. Most visible were the gannets on the top of the rock, and we could see through the binoculars the parents caring for their young, which had at this point grown quite large but still had their newborn down.

We returned to the main road and had a late lunch at the RV park/restaurant there. We fetched our gear from the hotel at St. Bride's and returned to set up camp at the RV park. Not a lot of net distance covered, but the time spent looking at birds was well worth it.

Distance:	27.21 mi
Pedal time:	2:32:35
Average speed:	11.24 mi/hr
Maximum speed:	30.7 mi/hr

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Hills, rain, and fog

2005-08-06T23:57:00.000-04:00

Argentia to St. Bride's

So it begins: we set foot on Newfoundland today. We arrived disembarked the ferry at Argentia, said good-bye to our traveling companions, and took off. People kept talking about the big hill leaving the ferry terminal, but that wasn't so bad. What was bad were practically all the hills that followed. The road from Argentia to St. Bride goes from one cove to another, so it's up and down over and over. Both Knox and I had to push our bikes up a few of those hills.

To make matters worse, the weather did not cooperate: it was foggy all day, particularly on the hills. There's nothing like laboring uphill into a fog bank, not being able to see five feet in front of you, and then careening downhill equally blind. Moreover, what started out as a light mist, calling for my light jacket, turned into heavy rain at times. We were both soaked.

Less than ideal conditions for biking, to be sure, but they made for an even more dramatic view from the road. Not even a full day here and already we're in love with Newfoundland!

We stopped for breakfast in Placentia, a lovely little town with a boardwalk and a drawbridge, and decided to spend the night in St. Bride's in an efficiency unit at the Capeway Motel, an impeccably clean little establishment.

Distance:	27.21 mi
Pedal time:	2:32:35
Average speed:	11.24 mi/hr
Maximum speed:	30.7 mi/hr

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A half-hour of difference

2005-08-05T23:18:00.000-04:00

North Sydney, Nova Scotia to Argentia, Newfoundland

Our ferry across the Gulf of St. Lawrence, the Joseph and Clara Smallwood, operates on Newfoundland Time, which is half an hour ahead of Nova Scotia's Atlantic Time. I think this is the first time I've been in a half-hour time zone.

My loaded bike felt rather wobbly and hard to steer when I left the hotel this morning; it was a bit worrisome as we traversed the streets of North Sydney looking for lunch and doing last-minute errands.

Waiting for the ferry, we encountered Dick and Pauline (from Toronto) and Roger and Gary (completing a trans-Canada journey from Vancouver), cyclists whom Knox had met a few days ago as he made his way across Nova Scotia. We got a chance to hang out with them as we loaded the ferry (piling our bikes flat on the floor, alas, as there was no dedicated space for them) and upstairs in the lounge. Dick and Pauline had been to Newfoundland before and gave us good tips on where to go.

We were lucky enough to reserve bunk accomodations. They were very comfortable and allowed us to catch several hours of shut-eye on the crossing.

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Wind!

2005-08-05T08:56:00.000-04:00

My bike and I both arrived fine in North Sydney yesterday. I had a two hour lay-over in Halifax (where customs inspected my tires for dirt!); unfortunately, that was not enough time to go into the city. I bought some travel fiction (An Innocent in Newfoundland by David McFadden) at the airport instead and read that over lunch. The plane from Halifax was a tiny 18-seater; the co-pilot was the flight attendant, and there were no lavatories on board.

I had to wait a while at the Sydney airport for a cab large enough to take my bike box. Boy, was it windy! It's going to be a blast(!) biking in Newfoundland... But the light! Oh, the light! In less than a day I have seen some truly spectacular effects of sunlight and shadows. It's a photographer's dream.

I finally met up with Knox at the North Star Inn, which overlooks the ferry terminal. We had a snack, a nap, and then I assembled my bike. Everything went smoothly, except for the front fender, which took some adjustment, and the rear brakes, which I only just now finished centering. We've pretty much sorted out what we're taking with us and what we're leaving in the hotel to pick up when we come back. As I type this, Knox is cleaning his bike; we will then go down"town" so he can do laundry, we'll get a second breakfast, and then we'll board the ferry to Argentia, Newfoundland.

(On a technical note, I hate Windows. I wanted to upload the pictures so I can post them on my blog while I'm out here if I have the time, but Windows won't read my camera as a normal external drive and fails when it tries to install the hardware it recognizes but doesn't have a driver for. Grrr... At any rate, I have more than enough memory to carry all my pictures home with me, which was the plan all along.)

Ready to go!

2005-08-03T20:37:00.000-04:00

I am all packed! The first thing I did this morning was take apart my bike. I couldn't quite remove the left pedal; everything else went smoothly. I put the disassembled bike in the canvas bike bag Knox left me, and that in turn inside the cardboard bike box I got at the bike store. I hope it doesn't get damaged along the way. I am checking two additional bags (one with my clothes and camping stuff in the back panniers, plus the tools I need to assemble the bike; the other with the food in the front panniers and Knox's odds and ends). My helmet and some toiletries are in a carry-on, and my handlebar bag as a "purse." Honestly, I don't really think I overpacked. We will trim stuff at the hotel in North Sydney if necessary, but I think it will mostly be stuff that was not meant to go on the bikes anyway: the tools and the sea salt bath scrub... Mail is held, cab is ordered... Time to go to sleep. Adventure awaits!

It's a lifestyle...

2005-08-02T20:53:00.000-04:00

Today I cancelled my participation in the Commuter Check program. I was already one month ahead, and I'm not even going to be around for August. Moreover, I expect to continue biking to work until dusk creeps into my evening commute. As winter approaches, I expect I will start taking the train regularly again. In the meantime, I will just save the money.

That was simple

2005-08-01T22:51:00.000-04:00

I just took off the crazy racks and installed them properly. You can see above how they look. What the hell was so hard that a reputable bike store did not know how to deal with low riders? Sheesh. I can't believe I had to waste my time doing what they were paid to do. The hardest part of the whole ordeal was finding the hardware. You'd think bike stores would have the Allen bolts ready for customers to buy, but no, not at all. They send you to hardware stores. The neighborhood hardware stores I tried didn't have Allen bolts either; I had to bike to Framingham to get to the Home Depot, where I stocked up on as many sizes of "cap screw sockets" (as they call them) as I could. It turns out that four #10-24x1-1/2", plus some washers and nuts, did the trick. After Home Depot, I rushed home and managed to make it to REI before they closed. I got front panniers! I was considering the water-tight Ortliebs, but I've got Ortliebs for the back and thought it would the handy to have some outside pockets. They should serve me well.

Bike all set?

2005-07-31T22:53:00.000-04:00

I picked up the bike from the shop this afternoon. They put on the fenders and the racks. I'm not too happy with the front rack: it's supposed to be a low-rider (an Axiom Journey), but it sits awfully high. They screwed it on to the brazon, but apparently there's a lower fastening necessary for the racks to not swing around: that, it turns out, was not big enough to go around my fork. They had to jury-rig something (which is why I had to leave the bike overnight) and it doesn't look too pretty. The rack also interferes with sharp turns; luckily, those only happen when I carry my bike, not when I'm riding. I wonder if my frame cross section really is inordinately big, though that would be surprising for such a classic touring bike as the 520. What's interesting is that the bell I had on my old bike won't go onto my new handlebars: they're too large! Some good is definitely coming out of the front racks, though. On top of the horizontal metal bar they used to stabilize the two racks together, I set up a little platform for my front light using parts I bought at the hardware store. Now the light does not take up valuable handlebar space, it is centered along the axis of the bike, and, most importantly, it is not blocked by my handlebar bag. Surely I win points for practicality, if not aesthetics... Overall, I'm pleased with my experience at International Bicycle Centers, but this front rack issue makes me very uneasy. I think maybe they ordered the wrong rack for my bike. They should have known better. We'll see how it pans out. UPDATE Ahh, I Googled the racks. This is what they are supposed to look like. Looks like the bike store screwed it up. They put on the top brazon what should go on the bottom brazon, jury-rigged a support on the bottom of the rack (which now lies above the bottom brazon), and put the horizontal metal strip on top. Oh, and they switched they left and right sides to boot! I wonder why the did that. They said something about the fork being too wide, but all I can see is that there is only one bottom brazon on each side, and that's being used by the fender. Still, it seems that by using a long enough bolt, it should be possible to attach both the fender and the rack to the bottom brazon. If that's the case, it will really make me mad. How dare they pass off their slapdash job as the real deal? I'm going to try doing it properly Monday or Tuesday; maybe I'll be able to understand why they couldn't do it. NEW UPDATE Here's the instruction sheet for a rack similar to mine. Not too complicated. Piecing together what they told me, it sounds like the fork was too wide for the metal plates to fit behind the top brazon. But given that I do have a top brazon and the schematic doesn't, why not simply screw the rack onto the brazon?

Lobster, ice cream, and Hamlet

2005-07-30T17:50:00.000-04:00

I'm trying to get as much riding in as I can to prepare for the Newfoundland trip. Unfortunately, given all the other stuff in my life that I "need" to do (you know, like work, errands, and such), my training has consisted solely of biking the 30 miles round trip to work everyday. Today, though, I did manage to get an extra ride in. Karl had emailed me earlier in the week wondering how my training and new bike were coming along, and asking me whether I'd like to join him for a "Lobster Ride" of Cape Anne. I jumped at the chance: I think going on a tour with other people can often make it a lot more fun, and I'd been desparing about getting any of my friends to join me. We drove to Manchester-by-the-sea, and from there biked through Gloucester ("Gloustah" to you) to Rockport: me in my shiny new, halfway set-up Trek 520, Karl on his recumbent. The ride was perfect--- much easier than months ago when I tried it on my old bike with Knox. The weather was sunny, gorgeous. Once in Rockport, we stopped for freshly-boiled lobster and ice cream, before pedaling around the peninsula back to Gloucester. The evening turned out just as perfect: after droppping the bike off at the shop, I met up with Bill to have a picnic dinner on the Common and watch the Commonwealth Shakespeare Company's Shakespeare in the Park production of Hamlet. It was excellent!

Preparing for "The Rock"

2005-07-27T19:39:00.000-04:00

I'm getting ready for the trip to Newfoundland ("the Rock"), where Knox and I will be biking and biking for three weeks. Here are some facts: This, this, and this is why we're doing it. Take a look at some of the sights we hope to behold first hand. Look at this topographic map to see the hills we'll be up against. Here's information from Atlantic Cycle Canada's 2005 Newfoundland Tour Info (all emphasis in quotes has been added by me):

Seven full days and one partial day of cycling from Deer Lake to St. Anthony, at 73 km (45 miles) per day, which they estimate at 5 hours or less. Biking to work from Boston to the suburbs in traffic, I cover 15 miles in an hour, so given the hillier terrain in NF, this sounds reasonable
"Terrain on the western part of Newfoundland ranges from flat to rolling. Our days in Gros Morne National Park have several small mountains. These are challenging, but feasible, even for moderate cyclists."
Their tour goes through Gros Morne National Park and visits L'Anse aux Meadows National Historic Park, which has an original Viking settlement.
St. Anthony is the only real town on this route
They note that all their campgrounds will have warm showers. I would like to find out what their campgrounds are; I need running water for my contacts.
'Known as "the rock", Newfoundland is forested in its interior, but quite rocky and barren along the coast. Often there are barrens, with vegetation and conditions resembling Canada's north. Winds can be strong. The prevailing direction is from the south, and strong tailwinds are expected for almost every day.' Although we were thinking of taking the ferry from Sydney, Nova Scotia to St. Johns, NF, and return from Channel-Port-aux-Basques, it seems better to take the ferry to Channel-Port-aux-Basques, do the northward tour with a tailwind, catch a ferry back to St. John, and bike West across the forested part of NF.
Archeological sites along the way
Here's their itinerary (more details here). We should be able to match this:
Monday, July 4 - Deer Lake to Trout River Tuesday, July 5 - Trout River to Rocky Harbour Wednesday, July 6 - Activity Day in Gros Morne National Park Thursday, July 7 - Rocky Harbour to Cow Head Friday, July 8 - Cow Head to Hawke's Bay Saturday, July 9 - Hawke's Bay to St. Barbe Sunday, July 10 - Optional day ride to Labrador Monday, July 11 - St. Barbe to Pistolet Bay Tuesday, July 12 - Pistolet Bay to St. Lunaire Wednesday, July 13 - St. Lunaire to St. Anthony
Mostly camping: "A limited number of Bed and Breakfasts and motels are along our route."

From Eric Praetzel's vacation diary:

Prevailing winds are from the South; they let up later in the day
This, I think, refers to the bus: "When the bus driver dropped me off I was told that they do not take bicycles that are not in a box." Need to investigate bus line policies
"Ferry Terminals in Nova Scotia have showers"

From Great Canadian Cycling Adventure:

These guys mention winds from the NW(!) in the segment from Argentia to St. Johns

Accommodations:

Campgrounds in the Western Region, Central Region, Eastern Region
There's more info on accommodations here

Sights to see:

Cape Spear National Historic Site, just south of St. John: the easternmost point in North America
Viking village at L'Anse aux Meadows National Historic Park
Signal hill
Western Brook Pond looks spectacular. Where is it?

My new Trek 520

2005-07-23T12:55:00.000-04:00

Today, I picked up my new Trek 520 from International Bicycle Centers. It is a thing of beauty: Here are the factory specs:

Frameset
SIZE	21"
FRAME	Trek butted Cro-Moly
FORK	Cro-Moly Touring
Wheels
WHEELS	Shimano LX hubsBontrager Maverick rims
TIRES	Bontrager Race Lite Hardcase, 700x32c
Drivetrain
SHIFTERS	Shimano Dura-Ace, bar end control
FRONT DERAILLEUR	Shimano 105 T
REAR DERAILLEUR	Shimano Deore LX
CRANKSET	Shimano 105 52/42/30
CASSETTE	SRAM 970 11-32, 9 speed
PEDALS	Shimano 520, clipless
Components
SADDLE	Bontrager Race Luxehollow Cro-Moly rails
SEATPOST	Bontrager Select, offset
HANDLEBARS	Bontrager Select, 26.0
STEM	Bontrager Select, 26.0
HEADSET	Cane Creek BL, sealed
BRAKESET	Avid SD5 w/287 levers

On top of this, I installed three water cages and a kickstand. On order:

24/38/50 chain rings
Axiom Journey Rear Panniers (75lbs, 550g)
Axiom Journey Front Panniers (33lbs, 580g)
fenders
replacement tire