Well, it's pissing down outside on Saturday afternoon so what better time to chill out and rest after the last day of work for the year. I'm looking forward to doing lots of riding and family stuff over the break, and I've already been out today for an hour in the rain aboard my Casati, wearing my brand new Roadworks kit which arrived on Thursday. Lovely.
Thanks heaps to Ultimo for providing some awesome service - from my initial contact to delivery was only three weeks, so I am very impressed. I can also say that I love the quality of the gear, as a wet ride will certainly show up any bad traits of shorts in particular! John Randal likes his new jersey and first ever pair of matching shorts so much he wore them on his drive home from picking them up from me, then out to dinner and even the supermarket on his way home! Bless him for his love and loyalty to The Brand.
Despite all my bleating about being stressed recently, this week was actually great fun with some interesting stuff to do and lots of visitors and social times...I even snuck a ride in, but more on that later.
James is restoring a 1980 TI Raleigh, which turned out to be one of the late and much missed Ross Bee's final jobs before his tragic passing. I haven't seen the work yet but understand I'm to build it up once all the correct parts are assembled. If anyone has a Campagnolo Super Record headset in good condition, or a period chain please let me know and I'll put you in touch with James, as these will be the final pieces in the puzzle.
I was charged with building some clincher wheels for this project, as running tubulars was deemed impractical.
As the hub flanges had suffered some minor damage from the old spokes pulling on the aluminium, I decided to use some reinforcing brass nipples under the spoke heads to distribute the stresses better.
For some old-schoolish looking rims we decided upon Mavic Open Sports, laced up with Sapim Race spokes and nipples. Here are the finished wheels. We'll be running some Veloflex Pave tyres to give them a really classic look...
Talking of Ross Bee, I'm going to assemble as many pictures of his paintjobs as I can find with a view for a future blog, so if you have any examples of his fine work please feel free to pass them on to me for inclusion. In the meantime, I got a lovely message from my friend Tony after I initially wrote of the sad news, which included some pictures of his stunning Chesini that Ross painted recently, and that Tony is kindly allowing me to show in tribute to this talented man.
I had the pleasure last week of catching up with my friend Karina, who raced for Karl Kane and Nicola Johnson's cool Wholly Bagels team that I loved wrenching for in the 2006 Women's Tour and Wellington World Cup round. Karina is a great talent who had a racing sabbatical to have two children, but has made a comeback to MTB racing in the last few months. Great to see her again and I gave her XTR Avanti Competitor a good clean and service.
By Thursday morning I'd cleaned up the bulk of my work for the year - I just had a few jobs waiting for parts to deal with, and the parts wouldn't arrive until the afternoon courier. Clearly this was a rare opportunity for a mid-week ride, so I bolted down some breakfast with my boy Kester and we drove up to Makara MTB Park for a quick hoon.
Ket raring to go.
Beginning Koru. It's not easy to take photos behind you when you're trying to keep ahead of a charging teenager!
Koru. I think I've almost broken him, he's not looking so damn happy now!
Scheisse! I misjudged his tenacity and pace - here he is overtaking me in a blur...
Obligatory bike posing. Any chance I get.
Ket hits up Lazy Fern.
Kester bridging back up...
Apart from the sheer enjoyment of riding for itself, my rides with my sons are some of the most enjoyable times I've ever had on a bike.
Here is a gratuitous shot of some of the minimal mud the well designed trails of Makara Peak left on my Meta.
We rushed back to the workshop, stopping only to have a quick coffee at Revolution - Jonty and Alex are always the very epitome of good hosting, and the coffee is always second to none.
Once back in front of my stand I finished up Mark's Giant TCR. Mark and I are childhood friends, and it's always great to see him and it was good to give his trusty bike a bit of a birthday with a new drivetrain.
Richard is a fierce competitor in age-group triathlons, and I gave his Cannondale a similar birthday in advance of his competing in the Tauranga Half-Ironman and other summer races.
Speaking of triathlon, my only Pro-Elite sponsored athlete Tim Wilding (Ibis Cycles/Pearl Izumi/Roadworks/Maxxis) is building up for his attempt to reclaim his New Zealand XTerra title. He is firmly on track with some great results already, such as winning the inaugural HukaXL MTB classic recently, and last weekend he got a fine 8th overall in a time of 4h32m in the Pearl Izumi Taupo Half Ironman. Great stuff, bro!
Here's Timmy in full flight.
Next up was giving this newly built 08 Turner a quick check-over so Aaron could make the most of his Christmas present to himself. Cheers to Wide Open for hooking him up with this cool rig.
Then Friday dawned. I took a quick trip into town in the morning to do some banking and shopping, and most importantly to drop off some kit to Roadworks latest Team member Joel Healy. Great to have you reprazent, my man! Joel will be showing off his colours in selected A-grade road races, and I'm sure he and John Randal will combine well whenever they race together.
After that I went back to work to meet custy's as they picked up their last few bikes, as well as to distribute some more clothing, and to complete my final job of the year.
These cool NJS track parts were going on Tim's beautiful RIH road-going track frame to replace some more average parts and especially to replace a blown cheapie rear hub.
Tim's rebuilt Mavic MA3 - DT Swiss Competition spokes and 15 tooth Dura-Ace cog in full effect...
...on these beautiful sealed bearing satin finish Gran Compe track hubs. Apologies for the crap blurry pic that really doesn't do them justice.
After removing the old Suntour Superbe road cranks and Shimano sealed bottom bracket I chased and faced the bottom bracket then installed this stunning old school NJS Sugino cup and ball bottom bracket. Nice to pull out my old Sugino bottom bracket tools and rediscover the art of adjusting this format of bearings that we all used to take for granted back in the day...
I then carefully installed these gorgeous forged Sugino 75 track cranks, with their 44 tooth 1/8 gear cut chainwheel.
A burly nickel-plated Miche chain went on next...
...all pulled tight with these trick NJS chain tugs...
All these parts helped Tim's RIH end up with a perfect chainline, as well as helping it to be a virtually bomb-proof fixie capable of handling anything his arduous commute from and to the hills of Melrose can chuck at it...this beautiful bike is Seriously Hot and was a fine way to wrap up the year.
All that remained was to give the shop a good tidy up, turn out the lights, and close the door on the shop and on an eventful 2008 that has seen me fixing more bikes than ever, and included many events, challenges, road trips, and even a trip to China with my beloved Jazz Apples.
Thanks very much to all my awesome friends and clients for what has been a great year. Cheers, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I wasn't able to squeeze this in to my last entry, but I had a great fun time last Thursday evening at the Wellington launch of the 7th edition of the Kennett Brother' superb book series, "Classic New Zealand Mountain Bike Rides".
This fully revised edition of Classic New Zealand Mountain Bike Rides has just been released by Kennett Brothers Publishing.
The seventh edition features 300 rides – including 140 new tracks – along with maps, altitude graphs and a chapter on ride preparation. All 135 photographs are full colour and the maps are now printed in colour, too. Another upgrade in the 7th edition is the addition of track difficulty symbols and a ride rating of between one and four stars. And by popular demand, the book’s flip cartoon has returned, this time featuring the evolution of the mountain biker. The new edition is over 100 pages larger than the 6th.
Ride locations vary from Ninety-Mile Beach in New Zealand’s Far North to the mountainous Percy Pass in Fiordland National Park. The style is laid-back and entertaining and each ride description is accompanied by detailed information on route directions, landowner details and track conditions. The Kennett Brothers aim was to produce a comprehensive guide to every legal mountain bike ride in the country.
First published in 1991, Classic New Zealand Mountain Bike Rides filled a niche in the country’s developing mountain biking scene and since then has sold over 45,000 copies.
Part of the book’s success has stemmed from the Kennett Brothers’ role and the reputation they have built within the New Zealand cycling scene. Jonathan, Simon and Paul began riding in the mid-1980s and are classed by many as pioneers of mountain biking in New Zealand. They have an established publishing record, releasing RIDE- the story of cycling in New Zealand, in 2004 to widespread critical acclaim, and the fourth book in the New Zealand Cycling Legends series in 2008.
The seventh edition of Classic New Zealand Mountain Bike Rides once again provides inspiration for Kiwis of all ages and skill levels to check out the multitude of wonderful bike parks and backcountry tracks New Zealand has to offer.
Available from: All good book and bike shops, and Ground Effect.
For more info contact: The Kennett Brothers, ph/fax 04 499-6376, email: email@example.com
The invitation said that before the talks, some pizza and a slideshow, we would be heading out to ride "Wellington's newest singletrack". Because I am trying to take any chance to ride I can get, I shut up the shop a wee bit earlier than usual and headed up to Northland's Anglican Church Hall to rendezvous with the other Faithful.
After waiting for everyone to gather, we rolled down Randwick Road, then (surprisingly) up Sydenham Street so we could navigate a tricky hair-pinned path down to Albemarle Road - were the hairpins a portent of things to come??
Andrew points out to Jonty that it's actually illegal to ride on a public footpath.
After faffing about trying to cram my camera back in my pocket it became apparent that I'd already been dropped right at the start of the ride! Luckily Matt Farrar kindly escorted me back up to the tail end of the bunch just in time for me to be spat out again climbing up to Bowen Hospital. A bit of a grovel up Chartwell Drive followed, where we arrived in time to see that Andrew had suffered an on-road puncture.
Simon Kennett and Jonty Ritchie discussing Andrew's puncture fixing abilities...or was that my hill climbing abilities?
The view back down Chartwell Drive to the Harbour, which was also the escape route I was thinking of using...
After Andrew had fixed his puncture, and my ego had been partially repaired also, we rolled through a gate and down a gravel road into a valley, where some horses tried to flatten us. Luckily we were able to fight off the savage beasts and proceed on our way. Yet again my desire to frame the moment meant I ended up at the back of the field. No pun intended.
A reasonable climb out of the valley led to another 4WD descent. My excuses for being as far back as I was now are legion - the taking photos, the climb, and added to that the sketchy handling of my tyres (no names, no pack drill!) on the gravel road were conspiring to utterly punterise me. That's my story and I'm sticking to it...
As we hit the third climb I found I was actually climbing okay - obviously I need a 45 minute warm-up including two large climbs to get going! Just as I was about to put in the attack that would have seen off the rest of the laggards for good, poor Patricio managed to shift his derailleur into his spokes, causing a nasty explosion of pulley wheels and a sudden halt to his forward momentum. As continuing an attack when an opponent has suffered a mechanical is very poor form I decided to wait and help.
Alex Revell and Patrick try to figure out what the hell to do next, as none of us was carrying any tools.
After what must have been a long wait at the top, Simon rode back down to see where we were and to delegate Alex tail-end Charlie. Luckily he was carrying a multi-tool, so it was decided a quick single-speeding was in order.
And it was made so.
Unfortunately for me, the enforced stop had blown what little form I had only just imagined to pieces. To compound my indignity, Pat seemed to revel in his single gear and he and Alex set a scorching pace to the end of the climb as I struggled manfully to keep pace. At the top of this climb was on the famed Skyline Walkway, which runs between Karori and Mt Kaukau.
As I wheezed my way up the final bit of the ascent to join them, I loved the purple spilling down the ridges that Alex pointed out...
We sidled around the Walkway past the remnants of an old farmhouse on a 4WD track littered with obstacles of a bovine excretory nature, only to come face to face with one of the perpetrators...
...and it's demon offspring, seen here narrowly missing me with a vicious charge. Must have been the day for random bestial violence, as usually tame farmyard creatures displayed feral hatred of humankind.
After recovering my wits from one of the most terrifying experiences of my life, I raced away from the scene to catch up to Patrick and Alex, who seemed to be struggling with the whole concept of what being a tail-end Charlie entails. They were waiting at the turn off to Otari-Wilton's Bush and Karori Cemetery, seen in the distance behind Alex and where we were supposed to end up.
After an odd and totally unexplained display of macho rage from Patrick...
..we came to yet another gate, and the start of the trail we were here to schralve.
Into the trees we went, where a fresh trail of many differing characteristics was revealed, including some heinous hairpins, bridges, fast open bits, low trees, ponga crossings, and just lots and lots of lovely singletrack goodness.
Here are a few sample shots of what this cool trail is all about, but I heartily recommend riding it yourself as the pics don't begin to do it justice...
This as yet unnamed trail terminates in Karori Cemetery, where Patrick fully freaked me out by informing me he'd discovered my grave! Eerie!
They say the camera adds six pounds to you, and obviously the trauma of my impending death added several more. Here I am wondering if sliding backwards off the edge of the tilting Earth is how I'm going to die.
We raced down Chaytor Street - where I was able to show Alex that gravity is occasionally my friend by vaguely keeping up with him - then up the the Church Hall to catch up to the other riders, as well as many other folk who hadn't taken part in the ride but were there to share the Launch.
After some snacks (no pizza though, dammit!) and nice mingling, made all the sweeter by the beer Alex crammed into my grateful hands, we settled in for some cool speeches about the creation of the Classic NZ MTB Rides series of books, some slides from the various volumes, and an awesome short movie taken on the Bridge to Nowhere ride (page 102).
Simon Kennett running the slideshow. Note Hamish doing some viral advertising for my competition, the cunning swine.
Jonathan Kennett holds forth.
Paul Kennett keeping a tight rein on proceedings.
After a great evening I made my weary way home, stopping only to snap this final shot of the Hall. It wasn't until I got home that I realised I had been duped yet again by expert marketer Hamish. I seriously need to get some t-shirts together...
Talking of branded clothing, however, I had an email today informing me that my run of Roadworks jerseys and bibshorts are due to be in the shop over the next couple of days. If you have ordered some already I will be posting/delivering them immediately, and if you want some please email me asap to avoid missing out.