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For all day solo riding on my current 10-speed compact double, I find a 46T big ring is perfect and puts me mostly near the middle of the cassette. I don't care about sprints or going fast down hills, so I don't need anything bigger. I ran out of low gears on a recent JogLe.
I might want to go up an alp one day and I have no pride or sense of shame, so I think my next bike should have triple with the smallest granny ring I can get. 46/30/20 would be just about perfect.
Is that possible on a road bike ?
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I finally did my long-planned JogLe, only 3 years later than originally intended, and with the bike that I got for it almost worn out. This was supported by Mrs Earthloop in a small camper van that we bought with this in mind. Two weeks of leave booked, planing to follow a 1400k route and attempt about 200k per day in the mornings with 4am starts, and lounge about and maybe do a bit of walking in the afternoons, and then have a camper van holiday for the second week of leave if I finish on schedule.
That plan lasted until we arrived in Scotland on Saturday, after which "let's see how fast you can finish it, maybe you'll have time to go back again, then we can park the van in a whisky distillery car park and get blootered afterwards" started to seem like a good idea.
So, jump on the bike on Sunday morning, and off I go down the A99. Excited to finally be doing it, adrenaline, I put in a fairly fast first 200k, and start to think about maybe getting in 500k for the day. Then a slowdown - I was burning sugar faster than the 10g/hour I'd been taking on, no problem: eat some gels and then at around the 300k mark bump the dosage up to 20g/hour for the remainder. A slight mixup with the dosage had me continuing on 3g/hour instead of 20, bonked hard at 325km, done (in) for the day. Eat a proper dinner and plenty of sugar. http://www.strava.com/activities/583367850
Day 2: I wake up, and everything hurts. I want to stop. I make a deal with myself: I'll stop, but I should have a gentle recovery ride to aid healing, just a few hours of very easy riding, might as well ride along the route as anywhere else. In this way I con myself into carrying on. So off I head, everything still hurting, and setting a nice gentle pace. Things start to hurt less, then I settle in, aches all faded away. The scenery is beautiful. A bit of a dodgy moment when an oncoming van comes around a corner on my side of the road a skids with a nasty skiddy noise as it struggles to get back over and avoid hitting me. I start to feel a bit meh around noon, eating some real food at lunchtime helps a lot, and I finish the day on 390km even after accidentally going over Kirkstone Pass due to a lack of attention to hills when planning the route. But there's lots to do with bike/equipment logistics, and I don't get to bed until midnight. http://www.strava.com/activities/583368549
Day 3: A bit of a late start. My nutrition is more or less sorted out at this point, 20g/hour of maltodextrin and 5g/hour of whey protein, supplemented with chorizo sausages, salted almonds, a tub of double cream for breakfast and a bit of mayonnaise. Overall nutrition strategy: anything too slow to get out of the way gets eaten. It seems to be pretty much working for me, but van logistics need some work to eliminate time consuming post-ride fannying about, so a fairly early finish 12km off route because we need a proper campsite. 298 km for the day. http://www.strava.com/activities/583368190
Day 4: Maybe it's cumulative tiredness, but the unrelenting steep hills of the Devon lanes finish me off. I stop a bit early, wrecked after 257 km. Did not set an alarm for the morning. http://www.strava.com/activities/583368352
Day 5: only 187 km to go, but knackered. 0 km.
Day 6: It's a lovely morning, but I'm still knackered. Now it's late morning. In the interests of getting the damn thing done, I abandon the planned route through the lanes of Devon and Cornwall, and hoon down the A30 instead. I was a little sad to be missing out on really seeing any of Cornwall, but part of the A30 near Bodmin was closed to cyclists, and the alternative route was nicely signposted and lovely. Maybe that was just luck, or all of Cornwall is that nice to ride, or the diversion people consulted someone who actually rides a bike. The combination of a day and a morning off and flatter riding have me feeling much better, despite getting my first and only puncture on this leg. We decide to try an a-road route back the other way. I'm keen to turn around and head straight back today (I recon it'll be mentally easier to get going the next day if I've already started the return leg) but Mrs Earthloop persuades me not to. 148km and JogLe done :) http://www.strava.com/activities/583367847
Day 7: we decide to take another non-riding day, because Mrs Earthloop is horrified by the amount of time I spend fannying about with the bike at the end of the ride, so a review of procedures is in order. I also need to google a fast a-road route - I find Lee Fancourt's LeJogLe record attempt route and decide to give that a whirl.
Day 8 (LeJog day 1): a slightly late start because the camp site is 5 km from Lands End so I have to ride to the start first. New procedures seem to be working well, Mrs Earthloop is set up in a campsite in good time and I know well in advance where and when I'm stopping, and I manage to get off the bike and into bed in fairly quickly. This was a good day, and the pace felt sustainable. 397km in the bag: http://www.strava.com/activities/583369087
Day 9 (LeJog day 2): Up and off in fairly good time, the legs are hurting again and I'm no-longer falling for the recovery ride story, but never mind, I'll just continue slowly. This time part of the pain is in and around the right knee and ankle; the sites of old injuries that have kept me off the bike for many weeks in the past. I worry that this may be the end. Taking it very very easy from the start, no standing climbs (for which my gooch does not thank me) and hoping for a reversal. All muscle aches gone after a couple of hours, there's nothing going on but dull aches in right knee and ankle. Then following a brief stop to re-apply gooch cream, a sharp stabbing pain at the front of the right knee, so that's me done. LeJog: abort. Feel a bit sad. http://www.strava.com/activities/583367955
Aftermath: we meandered back up to Edinburgh in the van, did a lot of walking, tried some whisky but didn't get blootered in the car park, had very nice haggis dishes in places we discovered via our new good food place finding strategy: go into a pub that obviously doesn't serve food, ask the bar-person if they serve food, look a bit sad at the answer, then ask them to recommend somewhere that does.
My knee and ankle aren't quite right yet, but they're far better than the worst they've ever been and I'm commuting to work (gently) 3 days a week already, so I'm hopeful for a reasonably fast recovery.
Next up: a lap of Iceland in 2017: http://www.wowcyclothon.com/
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Earthloop used http://greenalp.com/RealTimeTracker/ on an android phone on the spiral ride with no complaints.
Yes, but that phone had an extra-large battery. I'm still using the greenalp tracker, and I have it set on the most battery-hungry mode (frequent updates) and it uses about 25% of battery per hour on my fairly typical phone. You can set it to be much more conservative.
Last time I looked there was no iphone version though
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UMCA should clarify the rules and maybe even up the fee to $600 and provide the SPOT tracker as part of the fee (dropping back to $300 if the rider already has their own SPOT). The fee could include membership for the duration of the attempt too.
I think $300 is amazingly good value given that it covers the entire year. Surely a UMCA official will spend much more time in total invigilating each attempt than $300 of minimum wage would buy.
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Through Bishops park after Putney Bridge, then along the back streets past River Cafe, then along the river bank - pops out at Hammersmith Roundabout.
When I go that way I go onto Fulham Palace Road from Chacellor's Road rather than dice with dogwalkers on the river bank, it's usually an easy left turn into an empty bus lane.
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A late start this morning following a late night in A&E last night getting my shoulder x-rayed; all clear for breaks but no cycling this week.
Train to Purley, change platforms, train to East Croyden, change platforms, change platforms, change platforms, look for bus stop, give up, return to station and they're not letting people in, tram almost to Wimbledon, head for district line, cheered by a toilet sign and then hopes dashed by toilets out of order, district line to West Brompton, overground to Ken Olympia, walk to work.
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Forgot my phone this morning, which has my RFID pass for the office in it and I was the first one in. On the plus side I'm planning on visiting my Dad in hospital on the way home so I had backpack and real shoes with me, so off to Sainsbury's for some early shopping. The helmet clipped to the backpack led a stranded cyclist to ask me about nearby bike shops (I didn't know of any) but I was able to rejoin his broken chain for him.
He pressed £5 into my hand "for a beer" and wouldn't take no for an answer, so it seems that one can make £20 per hour by taking 15 minutes to kack-handedly join a chain on the 3rd try. All I need now is some sort of remote chain knackering gun and a good place to set up.
It looks like he had a long tracker outage, leading to frrt thinking that he still needs to go to CP4 so putting him way down the rankings.