Why we ride #12- System Check

We had both Kevins to keep me honest this morning, pilot & son. Also Eric and… that was it! Karl & Karen are at the World Cyclocross Championships in Louisville, George doesn’t ride with us on Thursdays, Todd was getting over a cold Tuesday that might have still been a concern today (Todd’s sensible like that. For the record, I’m not.)

Normally we’d ride through Huddart Park on Thursdays, but this morning I wanted to keep an eye on my heart rate, which had been running higher than normal on Tuesday, so I was determined to see if I could keep it at 160 on the climbs. Almost; it crept up to 162 a few times, but by forcing myself to relax I kept it in a fairly normal range. Of course, that also gave me an excuse for not trying to keep up with the two Kevins, who ditched Eric and I about a third of the way up the hill.

That system check thing? Confirmed my worst fears. An excellent dinner the prior night, eating too much of something called Casole (I’m sure I slaughtered the spelling), with chocolate cake for desert, well, let’s just say my rear wheel had plenty of ballast to keep from spinning. The scale showed 2 pounds higher than Tuesday. Adding insult to injury, Strava says my “suffer score” was only 95, on a scale where anything under 100 is wimpy. Hey, I may not have been going really fast, but I was certainly suffering! Maybe now I know why some don’t ride with computers & heart monitors.

If you think pro cyclists have no heart, read this (link now fixed)

Jens Voight has always been one of my favorite riders. He’s the guy you call on to get the job done. Carrying water bottles from the team car, riding hard at the front so his team leader can take it easy before the climb, and always ready after the race with an honest assessment of the day.

But this piece from his blog puts him on the very top pedestal in my book. What he does for that kid on the Alpe d’Huez is priceless.

Reality Distortion Field hits Chain Reaction!


You’re looking at a work-in-progress; our Redwood City remodel project began with ambitious plans & goals almost exactly a year ago, with little bits & pieces falling into place… until now. It’s wholesale destruction and reconstruction, and through it all, we’re attempting to remain open & functional.

The process is both lengthy and fast at the same time. It’s amazing, given the scope of the project, that it will all be done by the end of next week. That’s roughly a week longer than the initial timetable (two weeks of the “heavy” stuff will actually become three) but faster than any estimate I’d come up with on my own. Yes, little glitches here and there (like our vault door… what to do with it? The flooring won’t fit underneath, and it weighs more than a big truck so it’s not like we can lift it out!), but progress is sure and steady. That’s from my perspective. I’m sure Tim, the guy from Trek Retail Services division who’s in charge of things, sees things differently. He probably gets to spend far too much time focusing on things that aren’t going according to plan and doesn’t think about stepping back for a second and saying wow, this is pretty awesome. As a business owner, I can relate to that!

So for now, Tim, James & Brian, kick us out of the way when you need room, grab us when you need help, and thank you for lending your talents to a shop desperately in need of them! –Mike Jacoubowsky, Partner, Chain Reaction Bicycles

Ohmygosh, 6 pages of KOMs? This guy’s really slumming riding with us!

Not as many friendly faces today as you’d normally see on a Tuesday morning ride; just myself, Karl, Eric, Keith… George was off at the National Cyclocross Championships in Madison WI, Kevin (the pilot) was doing the pilot thing, Kevin (the son) was complaining he was too sore to ride after Sunday’s paintball gig and Karen was probably focusing on her ‘cross skills for the upcoming World Championships in Louisville Kentucky in a few days.

What, confused about me letting Kevin have the day off because he was “sore?” Let’s say that I strongly encouraged him to ride, pointing out that his muscles would feel better sooner if he rode. He wasn’t buying any of it, now claiming that he didn’t sleep much either. After a few minutes I gave up and headed off on my own, believing then, as I believe now, that he would have been a lot better off had he ridden. Yes, he’s got a tough dad.

Partway up Kings we met up with Marcus, and rode a reasonable pace to the top. Reasonable meaning that things split up into two groups, with Keith, Marcus & Karl up front, while Eric and I worked hard to find any remaining oxygen in their wake. It was a bit of an odd morning for the two of us in that Eric’s breathing sounded worse than mine (although my heart rate was running considerably higher than his, an indication that I’m not in the shape I should be).

But that Keith person. Nice guy. But deceptively fast. Deceptive in that he’s going to ride at whatever level his training calls for, so you can get the idea that he’s “normal” because he’s riding not that much faster than you are. But when push comes to shove, the guy has a motor, and when he switches it out of idle, watch out. I finally looked him up today on Strava. He “owns” 6 pages of KOMs. KOMs, for those not familar with Strava, are sections of roads where you have the fastest time. Of anybody. If you’re lucky, you can find something obscure and make it your own (or create a new one and “own” it until somebody else comes along). But Keith? He has 6 pages of them!

So it’s safe to say that he’s riding way below his level when I’m in the vicinity. Karl & Marcus & George & Chris & sometimes pilot Kevin might keep things interesting on a ride with him, but Me? I’m working my tail off to kepe his rear wheel in sight.

It’s not passing the torch; it’s a flame-out!

This is what the end of the beginning looks like. That’s Kevin, my son, riding up Old LaHonda in 20 minutes, 9 seconds. I’d like to claim I hung onto his wheel for dear life but he nipped me at the line, but that wouldn’t be quite right. I lost his wheel maybe a mile up the climb, and watched helplessly as he rode away, in pursuit of someone further up the road. I arrived at the top over 2 minutes behind.

Nevertheless it was yet another beautiful day to be out on a bike. A much shorter ride than normal; just 42 miles, with a quick (too quick, as the evidence shows) run up Old LaHonda, down the other side, and back up West Alpine. I’m sure he could have dropped me on West Alpine too, but he decided to be civil.

For those interested, the 10 day forecast still shows no rain, and all Sierra passes remain open. The absurdity of a ride in the Sierras in January remains possible.

A look at our Redwood City store remodeling project


We’re about halfway through; in theory, by the end of next week the shop will have a whole new look. The idea is to bring our Redwood City store up from 1980 retail standards to something around 1997. Anything beyond that would risk way too much culture shock!

Thankfully we’re receiving great help with the layout and execution from Trek’s retail store services division. This is way outside my area of comfort. I can diagnose some of the toughest problems on a bicycle with ease, but hanging a picture frame is about the extent of my home/shop-improvement capabilities! –Mike–

Is this really winter?

This is winter? It’s not even that cold anymore; unless it’s in the 30s when you leave the house, you can dress well enough that you’re pretty comfortable. And unless there’s been fog, the roads are nice & dry. Rain? What’s rain? Nothing in the 10 day outlook even!

But it is winter, and someday it will rain. In the meantime, no reason to feel guilty about the lack of rain. There’s nothing we can do about it, other than pretend to be empathetic to your friends who ski (which is more than they’ll offer you when it seems too nasty outside to ride a bike but there’s great powder at Lake Tahoe).

This morning was really, really nice out. It was up into the 50s on Skyline, and Kevin, Kevin and Eric were willing to ride at a pace I could (mostly) sustain. Mostly? Yeah, I lost contact on the steeper pitch heading up through Huddart Park, and then again when it got steep towards the end. The two Kevins (my son & the pilot) stayed together to the top, while I struggled to try and stay with Eric. I’d like to believe that I’m still a bit slow due to the cold I’ve got, and I’m happy that I didn’t lose as much time to Kevin today as he lost to me on Tuesday.

If you ride in the rain, check your rims!!!

To check your rim for wear, hold a straight edge across it (in this photo, a tire lever was used) and see how much it's worn away in the center. Many/most modern rims will have wear indicators you can look for; they're often little indented dots which will disappear (because they've worn down) when the rim is too thin to be safe.

We’re seeing a lot of bikes coming in the door with rim sidewalls so worn that tire pressure is soon going to explode the rim apart. I’ve actually been on rides where this has happened to people, and it’s not a good thing; you can suddenly have your wheel completely lock up because it will no longer go through the brake.

How does this happen? If you ride in the rain, you pick up a mixture of road crud, water and ground brake pad that is as abrasive as sandpaper, so every time your brake is applied, you’re wet-sanding the rim. Gradually the rim becomes thinner, and eventually gets to the point that it’s no longer strong enough to hold the tire in place. That’s when it literally explodes.

It’s hard to remember what a normal winter is like; we haven’t seen rain in so long we’ve forgotten about last year! If you did ride your bike anytime between November and late May last year, chances are you rode in the rain. Many people who normally wouldn’t ride in the rain eventually gave up and did ride, because the dry days were few & far between. As a result, we’re seeing a lot more seriously rain-damaged bikes (not just wheels, but chains, cassettes and cranks too) than we’d normally expect.

We need to be really clear about the fact that riding in the rain drastically accelerates wear & tear on your bike, especially high-performance bikes. One mile in the rain damages your bike at least as much as 100 miles on a normal (dry) day. Sometimes even worse. For those of us who ride no-matter-what, the smart thing is to have your “nice” bike and a separate “rain” bike. The “rain” bike is usually the bike you rode before buying your new cool lighter/faster/smoother machine, a bike that’s not meant to be pretty but needs to be basically functional. You’re going to install fenders on it, wider tires (yes, they slow you down but you need more traction in the wet) and cheap wheels, because the rims are going to wear out pretty fast. Sorry, there’s nothing you can do about that, short of using a bike with disc brakes. You’re going to be replacing chains and cassettes and chainrings far more often, due to wear, than on your nice bike… the but price of the parts will be far cheaper, because you’re not worried about weight, you’re worried about stuff that works.

But for now, go check the rims on your bike and see what they look like. You don’t want your wheel to explode on you. For what it’s worth, I go through a set of rims every 18 months or so on my rain bike. Desending from Skyline in the rain does that; and if you want to accelerate the process absurdly, descend Kings Mtn in the rain. Why Kings Mtn? Because there’s no point where you can let off the brakes. You’re grinding away the rim the entire descent. On 84, the more-gradual grade means you use the brakes less and wind resistance helps to slow you down as well. How bad is Kings? I’ve gone through a set of brake shoes on just one descent.

Foggy start


No rain, but at least the ride started out a bit wet! First day of heavy fog in quite a while as we climbed away from home and headed to the start of the ride. Apparently bad enough to scare most away from the ride as it was just my son, Eric, and the guy from Team Strava whose name I forget.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to ride this morning, gradually getting over a pretty nasty cold that gave me some trouble keeping up with Kevin (my son, not the pilot) on Sunday’s ride up Mt. Hamilton, but I became inspired when I saw Kevin having trouble following Eric’s wheel before we got to the Huddart Park entrance. Normally, I would have hung back with Kevin and made sure he wasn’t in trouble, but the Strava guy was even further behind Kevin, and after Kevin ditching me on Mt. Hamilton I was ready to return the favor. I did hold up at Huddart Park for him a bit, but that was it, game on, sick or not.

The fog ended shortly into the Kings Mtn climb, giving us dry roads and clear skies until we dropped back into Woodside at the end (as seen in the video above). Overall I rode more strongly than I expected, but later paid for it as my voice has pretty much left me. I feel fine, but just can talk much, probably a result of rapid breathing on the climb that aggravated my throat. But if that’s the price I pay for getting even with Kevin, it was worth it.