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Cycling in Iceland

Well this just came up.  Amazing.

Digging Colorado

I’ve been digging what seems to be a very open minded road bike scene in Colorado of late.  Other than the obvious Moots, my current object of affection, perhaps as my road bike project is getting on the way, is Mosaic Cycles.  There are others in Colorado, like Kent Eriksen, but I find the Mosaic road bikes hella cheeky and sexy.  They scream more adventure and mischief than most road bikes one sees.

Cold and Wet Brevet – how the Internet can help you stay dry

  • Randovibes
  • Roads like this
  • Typical East German Bike Trail
  • Checkpoint
  • Between two rivers
  • Pee time
  • Boneshaker
  • We own this wet road
  • THAT wet
  • The other East German bike road
  • SO WET
  • The Dutch Mountains in Germany
  • Veteran and new

(All pictures by guest photographer John Braynard of Salzburg500 and VeloBeats.  Text by yours truly featuring in Orange wind jacket above)

As someone whose job is to “make Internet” it is mind blowing that last Saturday, I left the house at 6AM wearing a wind jacket, gloves I know not to work under 5 degrees Celsius, and no thermo protection. It is also unexplainable how, for the first time in basically forever, I actually ate properly before a long ride, but, and I can not emphasize this enough, was dressed for a completely different day. And so, the first brevet of the season began.
“Getting it right” is really quiet simple in a brevet:

  • Make sure you have a bike you can ride for hours without feeling much pain
  • Make sure your seat is comfortable and augment with a healthy doze of chamois creme (I can not recommend the Assos stuff enough)
  • Bring loads of food.  Forget that power bar stuff and think sandwiches, fruits and specifically bananas
  • Make sure your lights are working
  • Make sure you are dressed properly

I failed miserably on the last part.  Earlier in the week I spoke to one of the other riders and mentioned to him that I am going to install fenders on the Mudxium.  He commented that I should not install them because if I do the rain will come and if I don’t it will be dry.  My response was sadly to tempt the devil and I answered quiet tongue in cheek “I rather plan for the worst and hope for the best.”

On Friday as I was gazing outside the office window it was very obvious that spring has arrived.  The weather was warm, the sun was shining and not a cloud was in the sky.  I rode in the early evening wearing a light jacket and t-shirt and my brain shifted to “it’s spring time”.  There was a “woohooo” and “finally!!!” somewhere in there as well.  12 hours later, winter returned with temperatures grazing the freezing and persistent drizzle that just got everywhere.  About an hour into the ride, roughly when we left the city borders, it started raining.  It stopped raining roughly when we returned to the city – some 212 km later.  At that point I had no sensation left in my body and as I was trying to snack on a salad at the end of the ride the fork kept falling down.  Sven who finished earlier and was already post shower had a fine giggle watching me shivering and dropping my fork repeatedly.

Well at least I had fenders.

There is a lesson to be learned here and it is rather simple.  When drinking coffee on the morning of a brevet, do yourself a favor – call up your favorite weather app, check the weather report.  Look for answers to essential questions like “how many hours of sunshine are expected today?”  “What is the chances of rain and how much rain is expected?”  “When is sunset and am I going to be riding in the dark?” (the last question is a little silly since after Brevet number 1, you can plan to ride in the dark in each Brevet).  With the answers to these questions you decide on what to wear and do yourself a favor – bring extra gloves.

Well at least I had fenders.

Mutual Admiration Society – L’Esperance Disc Randonneuse

L'Esperance Randobo

As soon as one bike build is done the next temptation appears. I love the way the Van Dessel WTF came out, but can’t help and find this rig a very attractive and desireable ride.

The bike is the brain child of a Seattle rider that also runs the Tumblr Bikefukr and was build by Garth L’esperance.

I thought for a long time about the reasons I find this bike so hot. First and foremost, the rider is 6’3” (which is 190.5 cm in a useful measurement) and the bike looks just right. Typically 650B look strange to me when the frame is meant to support a large rider, but this one looks just right. It’s also designed to fit a 2.3 inch tires and yet allow jdg, the rider, to use campagnolo cranks. It’s got disks and seems to be build for front loading which is also exactly how I like my bikes.

The full gallery is here.  Something about 650B that makes them super hot.

Brevets are coming

With the registration to the first three Brevets now completed, it’s time to rejoice and get inspired.
It’s going to be legendary.
The local chapter might still have some open places so if you want to register go ahead. See you on the road.

Introducing: Van Dessel WTF Commuter

After riding a single speed cyclocross bike as a commuter since 2012 I decided that it’s time to move on to something more appropriate for the daily travels.  I have been schlepping a Chrome Citizen on my back as my primary mode of transporting things for way longer and felt that this back should be enjoying the wind more than the bag.  With these two main ideas, I started sketching a requirement list for a new commuter.  The list looked like this:

  • Full fenders
  • Proper generator lights
  • Loads of tire clearance
  • Single Speed (this is Berlin – flat city with not a single hill for 100s of kilometers around)
  • Disk brakes
  • Rack

You would think that finding a bike that answers these specifications is easy.  Sadly it’s not.  I looked and looked and came up empty handed.  There are loads of “almost” bikes that would match the requirements, but finding something in Europe, was even more difficult.  As mom says “rich people’s problems.”  Of course it’s always an option to build a customer frame, but the idea of locking a custom frame outside on the street did not appeal to me much.  I wanted a frame that is replaceable should something happen without a lead time of a builder.  I also wanted to sleep at night.

The solution came in the form of Van Dessel W.T.F.  There were other options from the usual suspects, but I’ve been dreaming about a curved top-tube bike for a long long while and finding something that meets all the requirements as well as looking awesome was a great eureka moment.  Not only did the W.T.F meet all the specifications above, it also has a distributer in Europe (well…in the U.K which is close enough).  I contact Bearded Man and spoke to David who was more than happy to let me check out two frame sizes and was also quick to respond and sounded very nice.

On my previous commuter, a 61×61 steel frame, I always felt stretched.  All my other bikes are much smaller with geometries that are more appropriate for someone with a back that does not like to bend too much and a long torso.  So I decided to go for the 59CM model and add spacers to get more height.  The frame is a perfect fit as it now configured.

The frame arrived and the search for the components started.  I wanted to use my White Industries ENO crank set which meant that a I needed a solution to build a standard into BSA in a frame and PF30 bottom bracket.  I could not find an eccentric bottom bracket that will also also convert PF30 to BSA.  Instead I found a PF30 to BSA shell from FSA.  This meant that the cranks could be used, but chain tension remains a question.  In came the second White Industries component – the ENO Eccentric hub which magically appeared on one of the forums I read just as I was about to give up the search.  Now only did the second wheel appear in perfect timing, it was also being sold by a person I know – the stars were aligned.

The rest of the components were easy:

And after all this bike geekery, how does she ride?  She rides great.  Riding Vinni (yes, we named her) is like riding a snake that’s sliding on butter on a hot pan.  She is nimble even with a whole week’s shopping worth in the front.  She is fun and is likely to also spend time outside of the city when summer arrive.  For the first time since I started riding in Berlin, some 10 years now or so, I actually had a taxi driver pull me over and ask where I got the bike and if I can build one for him.  In the eternal war between cab drivers and cyclists, i can say that Vinni may also bring peace.

Sun in December: Riding the Festive 500


Every year since 2010, Rapha, together with Strava, challenge the world of connected cyclists: ride 500km between Christmas Eve and New Year Eve.  As both companies are firmly based in the Northern Hemisphere it is clear what the challenge is all about: get out and ride exactly when family obligations and bad weather are crowding your usual cycling style.  I’m sure that generations of psychologists could study the effect of the challenge on the health of family life and the increase in family pressure on the non-cycling partner.

My non-cycling partner understands very well the need to first and foremost escape Christmas, get some riding and avoid bad weather in as much as possible.  So when I propose to spend Christmas to New Year (and then some) in a land not far from Europe, but with general hospital weather during this time of the year, said non-cycling partner (it’s a transient state that will change come spring) approved the plan and decided to join after the Christmas hoopla is completed.

As the 24th was approaching, and final checks on the general health and readiness of my well traveled Hunter (now with overwholed fork thanks for the Rick himself) were completed, I got excited.  Friends back in Europe were preparing to ride in god-awful weather (snow!  rain!  sub-zero temperatures!) and I was facing blue sky, 22 degrees (Celsius) and was planning on wearing a summer kit.  I felt that this may be cheating, but since quiet a few folks in Australia signed up for the challenge I decided that it was somewhat acceptable – Christmas and New Year happen on the same day even when the weather is nice.

Given plans and family obligations, ironically all happening post-Christmas (well…not so ironic for a family that does not celebrate Christmas), I also decided or rather was compelled to finish the challenge in 4 days.  The biggest challenge for any riding in Israel is actually the fact that the country is tiny and is entirely constructed to satisfy mountain bikers (and cars) and ignore road riders.  I actually knew that before arrival and was planning on abusing some of the many off-road tracks that cross the country, but these turned into lakes of mud due to a few days of heavy rains.  I attempted to ride one of these paths prior to December 24, but after 15 km that took about an hour and created a layer of mud so thick around my tires, I decided to abandon the plan and stick to the roads.

Here again Strava and the tiny road-riders community of Israel (at least from Strava it seemed that way) came to the rescue.  I checked out a few routes and was shocked to discover that they all took major highways.  It became clear that there are no other options.  One have to ride on the side of the highway, on the shoulder if you will.  The good news was that the shoulders were very wide.  The bad news was that you still had to ride on the highways.  I decided to throw all caution to the wind and brave it.  I was also following two friends from Salzburg who were riding and documenting their much less sunny attempts to complete the challenge.  Their blog was a source of inspiration and a certain glee.

Day one took me from Tel Aviv to the north Arab village of Fureidis. There, after 80 km of riding, and quiet a few bad navigation mistakes, I sat down at a local restaurant and ordered hummus, falafel, french fries and a whole jug of lemonade.  The hummus was amazing as were the falafels and fries.  If every ride in Germany had that for an incentive, I may even be riding more. I then continues north for another 10 km before turning around to ride along highway 2 which took me along the sea back to Tel Aviv.

Day two was Christmas day which was a good enough reason to head towards Jerusalem and do some climbing.  As I was riding up the mountains that precede Jerusalem, I was thinking that climbing is a pretty silly way to collect any distance, but the scenery around me was so breathtaking that I quickly stopped this line of thinking, continued sweating and going up.  I was riding in a hilly area, full of pine trees and small valleys.  It seemed that every piece of land was used by farmers and the rest were low-forests with signs indicating that here and there various biblical-events took place.  I got up to a park called “U.S.A. National Park” and there, with climbing reaching silliness level, I decided to turn around and head back towards the beach.  This was also the only route during the 4 days adventures where I actually saw other cyclists.

Day three was split into pre-family meal and post family meal.  I finally realized what it must have been like for my cycling friends who stayed home with their family trying to negotiate rides between lunch with this uncle and dinner with that Aunt.  In my morning ride I circled Tel Aviv, rode by the airport and then came back into the city from the south.  It was amazing to see that a loop of a few hours, practically covered the whole center of the country.  After a huge meal celebrating an uncle’s 70th birthday, I took off, full of guilt at the amount of food that was consumed, towards the north east and then, strategically I might add, rode back along the sea and caught a most excellent sunset in a cloud free sea that merged seamlessly with the sky.

Day four had to be the last day.  Said non-cycling partner was due to arrive the next day, and finishing the challenge in half the time was also appealing.   A small problem arose though as I was told that I was due to another family celebration, in a valley to the North, at about midday.  Initially, this seemed like a disaster, but then a solution arrived.  I plotted a ride to the Kibutz where the celebration took place and agreed with the parental units, that the ride back will be taken in the car with the bike in the trunk.  And so it was that I took off on a crisp Saturday morning (early I should say) on the last 86 km I still needed to finish the challenge.  The ride took me through the city of Hadera and then shot me straight across some hills through several Arab cities (Umm Al-Fahm said the sign).  At the top of that climb with the winds in my face and cars cutting me off left, right and center, I was cursing and shouting, but lets face it, I was wearing shorts and was going through a beautiful area of historical significant (it was also the way to Nazareth for example).  As I dropped into the valley and took a left I realized that I am 8 km away from finishing the challenge and the valley to my right was a perfect way to end.  I arrived to my cousin’s house 45 minutes before I was due, had loads of water and continued with the celebration that in my head, in addition to the multitude of birthdays, also included “you just finished the Festive 500!!!”

I did already make a deal with myself for 2015 – stay at home and ride in the cold.  Bring it on!

Comic Relief: Richard Sachs on Frame Building

I absolutely had to laugh out loud when I read Richard Sachs’ hysterical “Framebuilder’s Mind” post today. As someone who obsessed over bar tape wrapping, cable routing and where exactly should the “Chris King” labels be positioned on the headset, I can totally appreciate the good nature of Mr Sachs’ post.  I also have two hand-made frames, both of which are amazing and I am sure that both have some imperfections that make absolutely zero effect on my ride.  If the wheels turn, take it for a spin.

More Bags: Shugga made in Germany


My riding mate Sven identified a German-made bike-bag vendor called Shugga.  The picture above is from Shugga.

Fun facts from their website are (yes, I translated from German):

  • It seems like a one-man show
  • He is based in Lübeck which is in North Germany and is also the best place on the planet to find marzipan (sorry Toledo and Aix-en-Provence, you loose)
  • He has three models: top-tube bag, a bar-bag and a seat post bag.
  • The construction and materials look super solid.
  • Did I mention that this is made in Germany?
  • Prices are very competitive.  30 Euro for the top-tube bag!
  • Björn, the owner, seems to have a good sense of humor recommending not carrying small pets in the bar-bag.

Now, I already own all three bags from other vendors, but if you’re in Germany or anywhere in Europe and is looking for a Made in the EU, look no further.  Also, let me know how these work out for you.

Radventures in Saxony or Sächsischeradenteuer.

German is an awesome language: you can make as many new nouns as you will by compounding nouns and names together.  The above noun is made out of the name of the area (Saxony), Rad which means wheel and also, in Californian, radical, and Abenteuer which is adventure, in German.  So there you have it.  Three days in the wild side of the deep east came and went, but the level of excitement and stokeness remains.

It all started with Neil of Cedar Cycling announcing his intention to visit Berlin and to go on a bike tour.  Neil also reminded me that he has been choosing motorcycle over his beautiful Kelly Bedford which meant that my need for distance had to be curtailed.  I planned a 550 km tour along the border with the Czech Republic from Dresden to a city in Bavaria called Passau which I figured we could easily accomplish in 4.5 days of riding.  We had no hotel bookings, no real daily targets and a very small amount of gear with us.  We called this hobo-touring as we limited our gear to whatever could be inserted into a Revelate half-frame bag, a seat bag, and jersey pockets.

The train from Berlin to Dresden takes a total of 2 hours. If you get the right train you can take your bike with you without needing to box it up (the difference between using the ICE and the IC trains – the E stands for express).  We got out of the train station in Dresden and headed to the first part of the tour – an old German post road which I discovered while trolling around Wikipedia for routes of historical significance.  This was roughly the only part of the tour which followed any sort of plans.  We were out of the city and quickly into the hills surrounding Dresden in a matter of 30 minutes and from there the environment changed quickly to rural farmland with narrow roads and many hills.

We tried to stick to the post road as much as we could, but probably did not adhere to the route too religiously.  There were simply too many interesting things to see and as soon as the environment changed to lush green we stopped caring about the destination and enjoyed the scene, stopped to take pictures and when possible get some coffee or ice cream.  It was hot and somewhat humid so finding water sources was also high on the agenda as well as sparing Neil’s legs for the rest of the tour.

We did notice, when riding through some of the little towns, that the houses that looked the oldest had windows that looked creepishly like eyes.  One of these houses even stood outside of an impressive looking castle and looked more menacing then the actual castle that was towering over it.  This little village was also when we decided to head into a village that appeared, at least on the map, to sit on the edge of a large lake.  We constantly were in a state of not knowing how far the next target was, but Garmin actually was pretty good at telling the distance once we figured out where we were heading.

By the time we made it to Bad Gottleube it was already 17:00.  We sat down for a coffee and decided to check out the Bed and Breakfast in the tiny town.  They had a two-room, joined shower, combo which was going to cost each of us 30 Euro for the night with breakfast and Internet – we decided that this was the correct place to park ourselves.  We took the keys to the rooms and decided to ride up to the top of Augustusberg which towered at 507 meters (1663 feet) above the village.  We figured that there would be a hotel there with a terrace and a dinner menu and indeed we were not disappointed.

It became clear that the tour is not destination driven, but rather sights oriented.  So the next day, having found a local map that showed the sights, we circled some targets and decided to head out towards the very east corner of Saxony and catch as many of the attractions as we could.  The area is called “Saxony-Switerland” and not for nothing. With the Elbe river running deep between strange geological structures, plenty of rainfall and sparse population, we felt as if we were touring a far away land.

As the second day progressed and the realization that we are not headed to our original target cemented itself, I felt more relaxed and was able to enjoy the sights.  Both Neil and myself stopped on our tracks when we finished a climb, turned a curve in the road, and saw the majestic and incredibly weird Königstein fortress.  This was really the moment where we sat down on a bench, took the incredible view in and were excited.  We also discovered 4 leftover homemade pickles we picked up at a tiny village supermarket (they came in plastic bags and were homemade) and snacked in full view of the fortress.  Pictures were taken and the ride continued in a northern direction towards the river Elbe.

We followed the river for a short while, took a ferry across and disappeared into the forest again.  I had an idea of where we were heading, but no idea on the actual route to get there.  At some point the bike path split into gravel and road and we made the natural decision to follow the gravel path, which quickly turned into a forest path. Garmin protested and insisted on making a U-Turn, but we ignored.  To my amusement, if we ignored Garmin long enough, it eventually decided to take us on the best and least explored roads through the forests.  This occasion, where we accidentally ended up in the National Forest of Saxony-Switzerland, was so packed with surprises, that we tried the trick as often as possible.

As we were rolling at a good speed in the forest, we took another corner and we both pulled on our brakes at the same time.  In the distance we saw a collection of huge rocks that appeared to have sprouted from the forest.  We rode closer and I went exploring while Neil explored the forest.  The stones were at least 2-300 meters tall and appeared to just be stuck in place in the middle of the forest.  They all bore exotic names like Goldstein (Gold stone), Affesteine (Monkeys stones) etc.  I was amazed that we even got to where we are since it was certainly unplanned and not clearly shown on the map we now had.  Not only did the landscape looked wild we also had amazing descends in the forest and eventually arrived to the end of the forest.

Right before leaving the forest, Neil, who was riding my Adventure-touring Hunter broke the rear-deraileur cable.  We tried to bring it back into functioning mode for a while, but miserably failed. Instead we swapped shoes and I rode Hunter, as a single speed bike locked on 22 teeth in the front and 12 on the back, while Neil took my Seven Mudxium S.  We made it into a tiny village called Hinterhermsdorf which looked like it was the east most point on the map and found a small hotel to stay.

The third day started with a single speed ride to Sebnitz, a town slightly to the north west of our hotel, where we found Egert, a bike mechanic, that could fix the cable.  7.5 Euro and 30 minutes later we were ready to hit the road again.  This time we wanted to head west towards a mountain-top fortress called Hohnstein and then ride down to the Elbe before heading back to Dresden to jump the train back to Berlin.  We climbed and climbed and again decided to take the other roads than the ones Garmin originally planned for us.  This time each of the decisions were more and more rad.  Ways that somehow existed in the Garmin map but clearly were not used in years and years.  We did not care, in fact we were grateful to find all these routes and pretty much just looked for more all the time.  We had sections that were covered in clay-like stones and sections that were clearly formed by river run-offs and ones that probably last saw any wheels when Germany was still split into two countries.  The last section was probably the most exciting and challenging and included many boulders.  While I managed to hop around most, one boulder did manage to jump at me at the end and succeeded in taking a huge bite out of my front rim.

This was the end of the getting rad fun.  I could hear the rim deform and could see the spoke loosen.  While I could still ride, with a very wobbly front wheel, we knew that we could not put a lot of distance on the wheel.  The loose spoke started banging on the TRP Spyre caliper, but lasted nicely until we got back to the Elbe river, took the train back to Dresden and then got on the train to Berlin.

Distance-wise this was a day’s riding.  But as Neil correctly pointed out, we had all our stuff with us, we moved from one point to the next, we had no idea where we’re sleeping the next night and we got to discover an incredible landscape that’s only 2 hours train ride from home.  I consider the tour amazing as well as a preparatory tour for the next adventure in Saxon.  Great things are coming and they’re closer than you think.