Blue Steel

Like many things in my life, all of this started with an image, although it's probably not the one that immediately comes to mind after reading this post's title.

For almost as long as I've been riding bicycles, I've known that I eventually wanted something made from lightweight modern steel. As you may remember from a (not so) recent post, I've been riding on aluminum Cannondales since I started. At one point along the way, I caught hipster-fever and sought out a vintage bike appropriate for fixed gear use. For what I still consider the "deal of a lifetime," I wound up with a blingy chromed thing with track ends made from an unknown blend of tubes. What I did know, however, was that for something that was older than I was, the ride quality was sublime, even on 32x 3-cross straight-gauge spokes on skinny rims and tires. If 30 year old steel (probably straight gauge chromoly) felt that good, I could only imagine how much of an improvement the metallurgy of modern tubes had gone through since then.

I ride with a club that has an established connection with a large brand-name manufacturer of some pretty nice bikes, and one of the questions I was often asked was "why not carbon?" Maybe I chugged hard from the chalice of #steelisreal Kool-Aid. Maybe I wanted to stand out in a sea of matte black wΓΌnder-bikes at the weekly crit or Saturday club ride. Maybe I enjoy the precision, craft, and artistry behind hand-made goods. Maybe I'm a little bit of a fan of the old school, for the same reason that I still wear a mechanical watch. Probably all of the above and other ephemeral reasons I can't quite put into words.

After updating to the latest version of OSX, I went back and found an old iPhoto album that I created years ago. Much in the same way that some people cut out photos of exotic supercars or motorcycles or what have you, this album was a collection of the coolest looking bikes I could find on the Internet. When I moved from Ontario to Vancouver, a few years ago, I found that there was no shortage of builders in the PNW that I could visit on a weekend trip through Washington or Oregon. My interest in brands and builders evolved over the years, but I always knew that I'd give in to the "treat yo self" urge eventually. What I do remember clearly was being at the Whistler 'cross race in 2014 and seeing a bunch of folks in some pretty sweet team kit I had never seen before: "Naked Factory Racing." I was intrigued, mostly by how Parker (below) was dishing out whoop-ass in the elite field on a single-speed. Some Internet sleuthing led me to Sam Whittingham of Naked Bicycles and that's where this process began in earnest. As an experienced builder, NAHBS award-winner and a local, Sam made a lot of sense.

My first time seeing somebody get Naked.

I first reached out to Sam in April 2015 to ask about my options. I knew I wanted steel, and I knew I wanted a "traditional" road bike. The whole disc-brake/all-road trend was really taking off in earnest, but I've never felt the need for them with the descents on Cypress or Seymour. A few of the first switchbacks coming down Mount Baker in Washington are pretty fast/tight, but I'm not chasing those fractions of a second where discs make a huge difference in late braking. My plan was still to race on this thing and with the whole UCI/disc brake fiasco still up in the air, I decided to stick with external mechanical shifting and traditional short-reach rim calipers. I thought about going for mid-reach brakes for larger tires and/or fenders, but figured that I would resort to my 'cross bike if I was going to be doing anything gnarly, so I asked for max clearance for 28mm tires.

I spent a lot of time going back and forth about whether to go with an all-stainless frame or something built around True Temper S3 or Columbus Spirit and about a month of back and forth over email before I sent my first deposit in June 2015. In hindsight, I could have sent the deposit earlier since I was fairly settled on him as a builder and ensured an earlier spot in his queue. The next few months were spent collecting inspiration from various sources and creating a mood board for myself, although this quickly became overwhelming. At its very essence, my conundrum came down to whether I wanted a painted bike or whether I wanted to get a frame done in brushed/polished stainless.

Fast forward to November 2015 and it came time to go and visit the workshop for an in-person discussion with Sam. I had previously sent him the contact point numbers from my CAAD10, but I had never been truly happy with that fit and the whole point of custom steel was...custom. I made the five-hour drive/ferry trek to Quadra Island and spent an afternoon on his fit bike under his careful eye although I left with new contact point measurements and although I left with new fit numbers, I still wasn't any closer to deciding on my tubeset choice. What it came down to was this: if I were to go stainless, I felt like my only option was to leave it with a brushed finish with either matte or polished accents. Why paint over stainless? It seemed like such a shame and a waste to cover it up; the whole point was that it didn't need a protective layer of paint. Also, no paint = less weight. I'll admit that I'm still a bit of a weight-weenie, although not to the extent that I used to be. The flip side was that bare metal bikes all tended to look pretty similar and another point of going custom was...custom; I also wanted something unique and truly one-of-a-kind. Sam also noted that KVA had slightly increased the wall thickness of the most recent MS3 stainless tubes, so my thought process was that although a bare S3 or Spirit frame might be lighter, painting the frame and fork would result in the two options coming out a virtual wash anyway. 

The other thing that was going on during this back and forth was discussion about geometry. After receiving my initial frame drawing from Sam, I kept focusing on two figures: top tube length and my saddle-to center of bar measurement. I tunnel-visioned on the fact that my proposed TT was actually longer than my CAAD and that the saddle-bar reach was essentially the same. Considering that I was looking for a change from my existing bike and a shortening of my cockpit to alleviate neck/shoulder issues, I couldn't see past these two numbers. Much like the proliferation in use of WebMD, it's quite easy in the age of the Internet to believe you know what you're talking about after performing some Google-fu. One of my closest friends had gone through a similar process in the previous year with his custom build and reminded me that I needed to simply trust Sam. I mean, his years of building, riding, and racing was worth more than the collective wisdom of the random Internet population, right? In the end, I made a few minor tweaks to the front end (head tube length above the top tube to minimize spacers and opting for a different fork rake to achieve the necessary trail), but otherwise left things alone. Trust the process. Trust your builder. Get it? Got it. All of this wishy-washy back and forth on my part set me back another month before sending in my 50% fabrication deposit in late December.

So, back to the image that started this whole process, the real one this time: This is what I wanted.

Once I had decided on my palette, it was just a matter of deciding on how the colours would be applied and the actual shades. No big deal, right? I knew there'd be a few months between sending in my fabrication deposit and construction and the paint stage, so I thought I'd have plenty of time to mull things over. I ended up going with the best of both worlds: a stainless rear triangle to minimize the need to worry about chain slap damage and drive train grease and a painted front end. I wanted something unique, so I asked Sam to do an oversized logo along the top of the down tube instead of his usual logo placement, which resulted in something quite abstract when viewed from the side. One constant through this entire process was that I wanted the inside of the fork painted with the frame's accent colour. I had originally asked about doing something patterned, but decided for the sake of cost and keeping things simple and timeless to go with a solid. My requests: midnight blue with purple flake when hit by direct light (affectionately known as "burple") and some shade of teal or turquoise.

The other thing about going the custom route is that even though I knew I had carte blanche with the design, I needed to achieve two goals: make sure the bike represented me without getting carried away. You'll notice the lens aperture/diaphragm on my top tube to represent my other major interest and my personal logo on the down tube, balancing the placement of Sam's "handmade in Canada" graphic. I was happy to keep the personalization minimal, also a reflection of my design and aesthetic preferences.

If you've worked with images or publication, you'll know the importance of colour calibration. Sure, I had all of these great paint inspirations saved online, but how would I get those to Sam and ensure that what I saw was what he'd see when mixing paint? I tried (not very hard) to get my hands on books of Pantone swatches and automotive paint to no success. I even asked some co-workers if they had nail polish I could borrow. My final solution was finding reference images of the House of Kolor codes I wanted, printing them on photo paper, and asking Sam to do his best to match them with the request for a gloss finish with some sparkly flake.

I spent a lot of time looking at nail polish blogs and got a lot of strange looks from my female coworkers.

I spent a lot of time looking at nail polish blogs and got a lot of strange looks from my female coworkers.

The "in" colours of 2015. Ooooooh, sparkly!

The "in" colours of 2015. Ooooooh, sparkly!

Things got really hard once February rolled around. I was hoping to have this thing in time for Spring Series racing, but the delay was nobody's fault but mine for taking so long to make some key decisions early on. Once Sam started posting teaser photos of fabrication, it was almost unbearable, plus the warning to give the paint and clearcoats about a week to fully cure before final assembly. I took delivery in late April and my other bikes have been languishing in the apartment since.

For the build kit, I decided that I'd venture back to Shimano after many years of SRAM shifting. It's hard to articulate, but I felt that a Shimano gruppo looked better on a more traditional-looking frame than SRAM. The fact that I was able to score a pretty good deal on a Stages power meter cemented the decision quite nicely. It took about a week to get used to the difference and I'm quite used to it now having ridden this thing pretty much exclusively over the last month, but I still get momentarily confused when I switch back to my 'cross bike with SRAM.

The big question you're probably asking is: "how does it ride?" Well, it rides like a bicycle: I pedal it and it goes forward. The long answer is that before taking delivery of this frame and having it built up, I hadn't ridden a "road bike" in almost 9 months. I'd been riding my SuperX since the start of last year's cyclocross season and knowing that I was eventually going to sell the CAAD, I hung it up on my wall and spent all winter and spring on my 'cross bike with slicks. At this point, it's been so long since I've been on road geometry that I wouldn't be able to provide any kind of meaningful comparison between the two without resorting to the marketing superlatives that you can read in any magazine review. What I will say is that after spending the last month doing everything from 25 minute criteriums to an eight-hour mountain slog, and everything in between, I feel at home on the bike: in the drops, on the hoods, or on the tops, my hands and my butt are where they need to be. I guess Sam knew what he was doing after all. My position and weight distribution feel dialed and I'm confident railing turns or settling in and just dieseling my way along. There's a bit more toe overlap than I had with my old road bike that's already resulted in an intimate encounter with the asphalt as I tried to track stand at a red light, but nothing that interferes with actual riding.

Oh, yes. You may be wondering what that thing is below my top tube. Yes, I decided to go with a full-size frame pump (painted to match, of course!). I've used Co2 in the past, but have been in/seen multi-flat incidents where the finite supply of gas runs out. I went through a period where I carried both a single 16oz Co2 cartridge as a primary and a Lezyne pocket pump for backup, and most recently have just been carrying the mini pump. Remember when I said I still had weight-weenie tendencies? Well, I nerded out and measured the difference between the already minimal Lezyne Trigger Drive + 16oz cartridge + Lezyne Road Drive and my full size Topeak Road Blaster and the delta was 73 grams. For reference, that's just a little bit more than the weight of two Honey Stinger waffles. Totally worth it for an unlimited air supply that's not going to devastate my arms or shoulders trying to get a road tire up to a decent pressure. Other potential uses: fending off aggressive dogs/swans/geese and jamming the spokes of rival commuter-racers.

Enough of my blabbering. You want photos, don't you? 

True Temper S3 main triangle, KVA MS3 stainless rear triangle
ENVE 2.0 1.125" fork with Chris King headset
Shimano 6800, 50/34 170mm with Stages
SRAM 1170 11-28 cassette and 1170 chain
Zipp Service Course SL seatpost & stem
Ritchey NeoClassic handlebars
PRO Turnix Hollow AF saddle
White Industries T11 20/24, laced 2x to Pacenti SL23 v.2
Veloflex Master 25 with Michelin latex
King ti cages
Topeak Road Master Blaster

Thanks to Jacob (aka Randognar) for bike and wheel build, literally burning the midnight oil when I first took delivery to get me rolling, and putting up with my really esoteric requests.

The Island

I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I've been living in Vancouver for almost four years and have never spent any meaningful amount of time on the Island. My only trip to date was to visit the Naked Bicycles workshop last November for my fitting, but that doesn't really count because my entire day was spent on the ferry, in my car, or in Sam's shop. I'd never gone over for the Robert Cameron Law race series or any of the fondos either. With a surplus of vacation days to use, I decided that last week was as good a time as any and booked a four-day weekend visit.

I didn't really have a set itinerary for this trip; there were no events or races going on and the only research I did beforehand was asking all of my coffee connoisseur friends for their recommendations. I knew I was going to do the Broadstreet Cycles Thursday chill ride and the Victoria Wheelers Saturday ride. Other than that, My plan was simply to roll around and explore. 

The benefit of leaving on Thursday morning's first ferry meant that I was able to enjoy empty Vancouver roads, avoiding all of the morning rush hour traffic and giving me the opportunity to make the most of my first day of vacay. The downside: waking up at 5am to guarantee enough time for breakfast, loading, and any of the last-minute hiccups that always happen when travelling.

I'll be honest: I didn't take many photos of actual riding. When I'm rolling around here in Vancouver, I'm usually with people or groups that I know well on roads that I'm intimately familiar with so I have no hesitations reaching for my camera. I was a stranger on strange roads with strange people during this trip, so I decided to play it safe, especially on some of the more *brisk* rides. Despite what these images may lead you to believe, I did, in fact, ride my bike and did not just drive around placing it in front of things for the photo op. There are also a bunch of photos on my Instagram feed of some of the coffee stops I made to Second Crack, Bows & Arrows, Hey Happy, Habit, and Caffe Fantastico.

So instead, I'll leave you with this random collection of photos from the trip. What was pleasantly surprising was a bit of a resurgence of my eye for capturing images beyond all things bicycle. A little bit of street photography here, a little bit of architecture and urban there. Some land/sea-scape thrown in as well.  One of my favourite things about traveling is finding cool graffiti so be warned, however, that there's still a surprisingly high percentage of my bike against a wall.

Long story short: I'm sad that it's taken so long for me to do this. I'll be back.

Grand Failure Leavenworth

No trip south of the border is complete without a stop at Aslan Brewing.

May-Two-Four, as it's affectionately known in Ontario and referred to everywhere else as Victoria Day, marks the unofficial start of summer. Long weekend, score! So what does one do when one has all of that extra time and a somewhat promising forecast? Go ride bikes, of course.

I remember making a post on Facebook at some point during the last year asking the Vancouver cycling community what the coolest gravel rides were, and Gran Fondo Leavenworth popped up on the radar. I ran it past the guys and with the news that the event usually sold out, we were all soon registered.

Herzlich willkommen, ja?

I won't lie, we were all a little bit nervous about this one. Between illness, extended work hours, and just a general lack of long miles with intense elevation gain, we all had moments of self-doubt about being able to finish the ride in the allotted time to receive a recorded finish, especially when the organizers were quite explicit about recommending that riders pull the plug if they didn't make the 51-mile aid station by 1PM (from an 8AM start). We're all too stubborn to admit when we're in over our heads, so off we went.

Making sure we're stocked on the essentials.

The drive down to Leavenworth was uneventful. Scott had picked up a new hitch rack, which made cramming three people, baggage, and bikes (and obligatory supplies/junk food from Trader Joe's) into his Honda Element even easier than usual. I had heard stories and seen photos about this little theme town from friends who had gone down for Tour de Bloom, but upon seeing it for myself, I still don't get the appeal. The weirdest thing was seeing a sign for Mongolian Grill written in Gothic font in the town centre. Anyway, after checking in, unpacking, and stocking the fridge, ET and I headed out for a short leg opener while Alex, Calvin, Scott, and Julie hung out in the hotel and cracked a few open.

Holy shit, wind. I guess I should expect it in this region of the Cascades, but it still came as a rude shock. I just hoped that it would die down a bit for the tarmac sections of the ride. Spoiler alert: I was wrong. Speaking of weather, the overall forecast was also up in the air, even the night before the event. We were worried about the chance of showers and having to deal with slick, muddy, screaming off-road descents. Despite checking three independent sources, the consensus about POP was non-existent. I had brought knee, leg, and arm warmers along with a vest and emergency shell, but did not bring full-on rain gear was by no means looking forward to spending 8 hours out there if it came pissing down.

Proper planning prevents piss-poor performance. Possibly.

Checking, then double, and triple checking, the next day's forecast.

We awoke on Sunday to overcast skies and a cool breeze. Radar showed a light system moving in, but (thankfully) the rain never materialized. I still left with knee and arm warmers and my vest, with the pocket shell stuffed in my jersey just in case. We arrived at staging with enough time to drop off our feed bags for the 51-mile stop, empty our bladders one last time, and then rolled out at 8AM. Things started off with 20KM of neutral roll out. So sketchy; there were guys constantly across the yellow line in order to gain a spot or two. Why? It's not like we're going anywhere. No photos from this since I had no desire to take my hands off the bars while people were constantly accordion'ing over the little rollers.

A ritual that every rider is familiar with.

The usual faces + 1.

As soon as the lead moto pulled off and we hit the first stretch of dirt, hell broke loose at the front of the group as the racers gotta race. We hung back and tried to stick together as a group, but with each of us having our own climbing rhythm and pace, the implied solution was simply to regroup at the top of the first climb. And boy, what a climb it was: the surface was nicely packed dirt and gravel, though there were some slow spots where the rain earlier in the week hadn't quite dried up yet and left stretches of wet sand that could easily bog you down. The descent was almost perfect by off-road standards, again nicely packed and not very rocky, making it easy to both let the throttle open as well as scrubbing off speed as we approached the turns. A lot of it was double-track surrounded on both sides by forest, but every now and then, when the road hooked around a corner, the trees opened up and the cliff dropped away to reveal the valley below. While the views were great, the trees opening up also meant the wind was coming through again. I was grateful to have warmers and my vest with me, but was still shivering coming down.

And up we go...

View from the top of the first pass. 

See the forest for the trees.

Smooth sailing on the way back up the second pass.

Having stayed behind to do my thing as photographer, my friends were long gone down the road. While I was bombing down the first descent, another rider on an MTB had some words of encouragement to share: "Duuuuuuuude, you're totally killing it on that bike!" I felt good! Cyclocross has helped immensely with my comfort getting loose on sketchy surfaces, but we all know that comments like that are a jinx. As I neared the bottom and was scrubbing some speed, I felt my rear end start skipping over the gravel and looked back to confirm that I had indeed flatted my rear. No problem. It was nice and sunny and I was glad for the respite from getting bounced around. With a new tube in, I rolled down the last of the descent and met the rest of the group at the first water station.

It was time for a welcome return to tarmac, although that also meant a return to climbing. Nothing savage and much more gradual than the first climb and with a similar packed dirt surface with a top cover of fine, loose gravel. The road up was also much more open than the previous road. If I had to describe it, I'd consider it more "winding" than "twisty" and since it wasn't closed in by trees, afforded great panoramas of the terrain and slope ravaged by a recent forest fire.

Once again I was bringing up the rear of the group, but soon came across Scott, who was hard at work fixing his first flat. The organizers had warned us about the second downhill, placing it firmly in the "MTB descent" category with lots of rocks and ruts and heavily washed out from recent rains. The past two seasons of cyclocross have helped immensely with my confidence getting loose on sketchy surfaces, so I didn't find it too bad changing lines to avoid all the hazards, but woe unto those who let their attention drift. I soon came across Scott, who was busy patching his own rear pinch flat. I stood around being not helpful and watched other riders streaming by, only to walk back over to my bike to discover my rear had developed a slow leak. After tracking down the hissssssssssss of escaping air, I discovered that I had suffered a sidewall cut. It was bootable, so I stuck in a Gu wrapper, threw in my last spare tube, and proceeded semi-gingerly down. Not five minutes later, we came across ET and Alex who had blasted up the climb ahead of us almost literally around the corner.

Chocolate flavoured sealant. Helps with punctures AND prevents bonking!

This would be where our paths diverged. ET, who's been dealing with persistent ankle/Achilles issues had hammered the second climb knowing that he wasn't going to bother attempting the third climb (a reverse ascent of the first climb) if he wanted to be able to walk the following week. I, on the other hand, had a tire that was no longer 100% reliable, no more spare tubes, was rapidly approaching the 1PM suggested cutoff time, an endless supply of other excuses, and a strong thirst for beer. With five guys sharing a single bathroom back at the hotel, I also wanted to be a team player. By throwing in the towel now and SAG'ing back to the staging area, two of us would be able to shower and get changed and not have to worry about rushing or holding up the group. I was totally going to take this one for the team. We told the others to go ahead without us and ET and I started our slow(er) trip down, stopping for plenty of photo ops.

Once we were back on asphalt, we figured it would be an easy(ish) 12KM(ish) to the 51-mile aid station and a ride of shame back in a truck. Nope. Wrong. Instead, we were greeted with a wicked headwind with even more wicked gusts. ET graciously decided to pull the entire way, probably because he wanted Fly6 footage of me making suffer-face, dripping snot, or trying to adjust my cap under my helmet. I think he was successful in capturing all three. Note: riding one handed with wind gusts these strong is not a great idea. I don't advise it. It leads to things like almost being blown across the lane into a passing truck.

The organizers had made a last-minute change to the course the night before to detour around washed out roads, which meant that the mile markers they had so thoughtfully provided with the event bible and which I had so meticulously applied to my stem were now off by a few miles. As we struggled to push into the wind and the odometer kept ticking upwards, no aid station was in sight as we rolled through the town of Entiat. Worried that we'd missed it, I pulled into a gas station where I saw one of the SAG moto drivers chilling out with an ice cream cone. At this point, I noticed that my rear tire had started going soft again, but since the aid station was just under 2KM away, I thought I'd be able to make it. Just as I was about to pull back out into traffic, I looked back and it had gone completely flat again. The SAG driver was nice to offer a spare tube, but I took it as a sign to call it quits for sure.

An exaggeration of the wind conditions. But only a small one.

An exaggeration of the wind conditions. But only a small one.

ALL THE FOOD.
Image courtesy of Alex

Last two riders to leave the aid station and continue on.

We briefly crossed paths at the midway aid station. While the three others were shedding layers and getting ready to push for the last summit, I was busy stuffing my face with the Egg McMuffin and Coke (and jerkey. and sour gummies. and Swedish fish) I had thoughtfully stuffed into my drop bag. At 2PM, the aid station started tearing down and we hitched a ride back into town where we completed our ride of shame back to the hotel for beers of shame. 

Not impressed.

But not a bad view to come back to.

Defeat never tasted so refreshing.

My multitool was rattled to the point of un-screwing itself on the descents.

Some thoughts on equipment choices:

  1. Cyclocross bike was probably the best call. Sure, there were a few brave/foolish souls who opted for road bikes with 28s, but I doubt they had much fun. Those who chose MTBs were probably laughing on the descents, but cursing as soon as the road levelled out or turned upward. 33 slicks or semi-slicks with low-ish pressure (ideally tubeless) would have been ideal.
  2. I should have opted for a slightly beefier tire to be safe. While my Compass Stampede Pass Extralites have been used to great success at events such as Oregon Outback and there were plenty in the pack also using the same tire or the 35mm Bon Jon Pass, I would have traded a bit of suppleness and road feel for a sturdier sidewall. I'm sure my incident was a fluke, but it would have been great not to have to pull out because of an equipment failure.
  3. Low gear: my 1x setup with 40x36 was alright, though I was forced to get out of the saddle at in a few spots. 38x36 would have been better. Watching ET spin up pitches with gradients well into the double digits makes me wish I had a dedicated adventure bike with a 2x setup running 46/36 and 11-36.
  4. My 'cross bike position needs to be refined. Spending the past few weeks on my Naked has been eye opening in terms of how my body should be positioned. My CX setup is perfect for riding on the hoods or the tops since that's where I spend the majority of my time in a race, but descending during this event in the drops felt super cramped in the cockpit and my neck was being forced to reach in an (even more) unnatural position. Gotta sort this out before August.
  5. Whatever your personal feeling are on the whole disc/canti debate, I was glad to have a hydro disc setup. It was nice having the confidence to let the bike run downhill and know that I had plenty of modulation and stopping power at my fingertips. Literally. There were certainly people who finished the ride on road calipers or cantis, but it was nice not having my forearms pump out or my hands turned into gnarled claws.

And now, miscellaneous photos from the trip!

Because...Germans.

The hills are alive!

Making new friends over coffee.

Homeward bound.

Stevens Pass.

Sadism, by any other name.

Second attempt at the annual sufferfest social today. I got swept up by descending riders short of the Mount Seymour summit, but I chose much needed rest and Coke instead of letting my pride get the better of me. For those of you counting at home, that's Mt. Seymour: 2, Hung: 0. In more uplifting news, I did manage to finish the other four climbs, even if the last one up Cypress was at a snail's pace. The slog up to Powerlines has never felt so demoralizing.

I'm pretty sure I was the butt end of a few jokes for carrying a musette bag full of food (I hate stuffed/saggy jersey pockets, especially since one pocket is constantly occupied by my camera), but constantly reaching into my Marry Poppins sack of snacks was probably what kept me going. With the day's heat, I couldn't stand the thought of trying to chew and digest bars or other solid food, so gels and chews kept the motor running. The good news is that this ride was a good test ground for my nutrition needs for next weekend's Gran Fondo Leavenworth, as well as proof that my legs are okay with this kind of mileage/elevation.

The cloudless sky and unrelenting heat allowed me to experience a whole new level of suck. Time to go stuff my face with everything in my fridge.

Everyone's still smiling, but for how long?

Everyone's still smiling, but for how long?

Westwood Plateau, summit 2/5. Shade was a precious commodity today.

Westwood Plateau, summit 2/5. Shade was a precious commodity today.

Teamwork makes the dream work. Hydration stop on the way to Mt. Seymour for the third climb.

Teamwork makes the dream work. Hydration stop on the way to Mt. Seymour for the third climb.

HUUUUUGE turnout today. The group is still intact at this point, though that would change after Seymour. For comparison, all of last year's participants fit on that traffic island in the foreground. Navigating intersections was...interesting today.

HUUUUUGE turnout today. The group is still intact at this point, though that would change after Seymour. For comparison, all of last year's participants fit on that traffic island in the foreground. Navigating intersections was...interesting today.

The group had been thinned out savagely by the time it hit the fourth summit, Grouse Mtn. parking lot.

The group had been thinned out savagely by the time it hit the fourth summit, Grouse Mtn. parking lot.

Chris and I kept each other company and motivated as a two-man grupetto up the fifth and final climb up Cypress. Even after all that, you've gotta make time for some #baaw action to document your success.

Chris and I kept each other company and motivated as a two-man grupetto up the fifth and final climb up Cypress. Even after all that, you've gotta make time for some #baaw action to document your success.

Too tired to care about symmetry. My legs were disabled by today's effort.

Too tired to care about symmetry. My legs were disabled by today's effort.

Rekt.

Rekt.

A Study in Blue

As some of you may know, I recently took delivery of what I describe as my "midlife crisis bike," even though I'm not exactly middle-aged. I'm sure you're dying to see photos of the new rig, but this experience was also a chance for a little trip down memory lane.

Let's back up about a decade first. I bought my first road bike during my second year of university when I got sick of my fencing coach's attitude and decided I needed another way of staying active. My bikes as a kid were either department store specials, garage sale finds, or my favourite, which was a total dumpster treasure. All were technically MTBs, though I always ended up throwing slicks on anyway, so when it came time to get my first "real" bike, I walked into my local shop and picked up my very first Cannondale in the summer of 2005.

Not my actual bike, but pretty much identical in spec: 2005 CAAD7.

Not my actual bike, but pretty much identical in spec: 2005 CAAD7.

At 5'7," I soon realized that the shop had done a terrible job sizing me to a 54cm frame and I subsequently sold it (and was defrauded by a shady bike store employee in the process) and picked up a 50cm CAAD8 frame from eBay. From a price/performance standpoint, these aluminum frames were hard to beat for a frugal university student and that bike stayed with me for many years, slowly evolving as I found deals on used parts.

Blue #2.

Blue #2.

This is why you wear a helmet.

This is why you wear a helmet.

I rode that CAAD8 all the way through 2010 when I T-boned that car making a blind turn into my lane at speed. That crater in the windshield is where my head impacted. I emerged from that incident relatively unscathed and had to replace the fork on the bike, but otherwise it was still structurally sound. I eventually sold it to a friend (hi Elaine!) who I think it still riding it to this day and traded up to a CAAD10 in the fall of 2011.

Built up as shown to just a hair over 15.5lbs, this thing did everything I wanted it to. Weekly hammerfests, long weekend adventures, tarmac, gravel, stage races, crits, etc. People were always surprised when they picked it up and were told that it wasn't carbon. I definitely went through a full-on weight weenie phase a few years ago, but there's nothing exotic or boutique in this build. It's all workhorse stuff that's served me well over the years and functioned flawlessly, but there were some niggling fit issues I never got properly sorted out. That, and the itch for something new had been building up for some time. 

July 2013. Before I made the switch to "wide" clinchers.

July 2013. Before I made the switch to "wide" clinchers.

Fade to black. Its final trim before getting sold in April 2016.

Fade to black. Its final trim before getting sold in April 2016.

In the mean time, my friends and closest riding buddies had all picked up cyclocross bikes and were spending more and more time off the beaten path. I didn't want to get left behind. With my club being sponsored by Cannondale, it was a good excuse to pick up N+1, so I ended up with this in the fall of 2014. I raced my first season with a double chainring up front, but found that my puny little legs couldn't turn over the 46T big ring in races, so I stripped the left Rival shifter and went 1x at the start of the 2015 race season. I rode it through all of that winter including my regular weekly club ride and found that it was still possible to keep up on the flats with the 40T front ring, though I spun out at about 120 rpm / 55km/h on the downhills. I even did a Cat. 4 Spring Series road race on it and while my legs were revving high, I didn't have any problems staying with the pack on that particular course. The CAAD10 has been hanging on a rack in my apartment since last August since I knew I was going to be selling it and didn't want to risk wrecking it.

Wonky bend Thomson post has since been replaced with something more "normal-looking" since this was taken.

Wonky bend Thomson post has since been replaced with something more "normal-looking" since this was taken.

So, about a year ago, I put down a deposit and have been waiting (not so) patiently for #newbikeday again. It's hard to believe, but as of writing this, it will have been 9 months since I've ridden a proper road bike. 

The big reveal in the next post...

The big reveal in the next post...