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did the mug contain ISO standard tea standard tea?
Ehhrmagerd, why am I only learning this now?
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I and another mechanic from the shop here in Melbourne just had our first real effort on a tandem. It can go cocking fast, like 50kph without trying hard. We were just hooning it down a main street when a bogan (chav) in a ute (pickup) was waiting patiently to pull out from a turning until we were almost passing and then VVVRRROOOOM out he came in front of us.
"SHIT!", I screamed. Two handfuls of brake. Not much effect.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit - othankgodhemissedus". -
Dishing is adjusting spoke tension to move a rim evenly right or left along an axle. You cant't dish carbon trispoks, but you can space them how you please by adding/removing spacers on the axle to change the distance between locknuts. This is easy and any monkey with a cone spanner can do it.
To use hazzus's wheel you'd also need to swap out the cassette-accepting freewheel for a track-cog-friendly threaded part, which requires finding that part (eBay or the supplier of a LBS) and going to a good LBS or some knowledgable forumenger with some experience of swapping out the bits.
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Two crashes in one day!
ONE:
My pacy, gliding arc around a parked car placed my tyres neatly into a tram track. They managed to slot in there nicely despite being like 8cm wide (it's a MTB I found in my garden). My wheels were obeying a new, linear metal master now and travelled straight ahead but I continued, sans bike, on my sideways course and hit the tarmac quite hard. The ground ripped open my DHB bibs, castelli gloves and gave me semi-severe road rash on the usual places: left forearm and hip. I hit my head quite hard but the helmet took all of that. Two fingers lost 1.5mm of their tips and dripped blood over my stem & bars. A pair of presentable young women animatedly enquired as to my wellbeing, and so I reassured them in as laid-back a fashion as I could "Oh yeah, fine. Yeah. No yeah really, just a scrape", whilst bleeding through gaping lycra shorts.TWO:
Melbourne drives on the left and has green cycle paths on the left like in the UK, but to the left of these cycle paths there is a continuous line of parked cars, in bays on the side of the road. Awful design, as cyclists are guided right into the door zone. If you are in the centre of the bike lane you face a dooring, so I cycle on the right edge. Still, I have nearly been doored thrice in one week so today I thought I'd be clever... With a queue of crawling traffic ahead I opted to overtake the queue on the right, rather than slotting to the left past the parked cars (i.e. the painted green cycle path). However, no driver expected this and one of them pulled out of the queue to turn right, and I went straight into the driver's door and wing mirror. The driver fiercely apologised but it was perhaps my fault: I don't remember if she was indicating, I didn't look. Driver gasped "Oh my god did I do that to your arm?"
"No actually that was this morning. It's been a bad day."The worst part about crashing is coming home to my girlfriend will tonnes of road rash because she gets all upset and scared about cycling.
Australia 2, Ndeipi 0.
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As posted by eyebrows in the Nairobi thread, the "matatu soundtrack":
Heart And Soul Riddim Mix [November 2011] [Notice Production] - YouTube
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I did a Sunday early bird ride with Essex Roads Cycling Club. Two hours, 60km+, glorious conditions (until the rain), friendly chaps, brisk pace. We had six riders, convenient for that tidy two-two-two formation.
One fast bloke called Simon kept leaping off the front, and I managed to hang on his coat tails for two such forays. We'd then both wait for the others at the next junction, panting and smiling.
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Best ride in Australia so far, as we got WAY outta Melbourne, past the 'burbs and into actual countryside. It did get obscenely hilly though. Sawtooth profile ride!
Also we found a nice little doggie before a descent on this dirt road. And also two courts of kangaroos. Fo realz.
92.2km, 1065m ascent, almost 5 hours because we're unfit and poor at navigating.