7.8.06

Losing interest in geared bikes


With a fixed gear, I don't have to go as fast as the others. I can be completely silent. I'm always spinning. I only have one control. I am not alienated from the machinery, I am a part of it. I pedal faster to go faster, I pedal slower to go slower. My brake is like a fire extinguisher: I only have to use it in case there's a fire. When I head downhill, as I spin faster and faster, I'm right on the edge of losing control, I can feel it.

21.2.06

Imagine Me and You

I liked this English romantic comedy very much, but I have been noticing a whole lot of negative press, and wanted to weigh in with my views.I may spoil some things along the way, so if you're sensitive to that, stop reading.

The positions Rachel and Luce take in their dinner-table argument are both untenable, and seem set up. Rachel's argument that love develops over time is a self-serving justification for not feeling any spark for Heck. Luce's argument that love conquers all justifies throwing out convention to pursue your soulmate. Though the movie seems to vindicate Luce, it's moral center is Heck. It is he who releases Rachel from the bonds of matrimony so that she can pursue true love. Without that, Rachel would be committing adultery if she continued to see Luce. It is only the sacrifices of Heck and Luce that open her options: Heck deems Rachel's happiness more important than keeping the marriage together; Luce walks away, even though she believes this is the love of her life. Despite the leads both being female, there are some very conventional rules at work, and I think the movie is open to regarding itself as a conventional romantic comedy.

I like that. Instead of trying to make a big issue out of the sexual preferences of the leads, you could put a heterosexual coupling, take it back to 1940, do the exact same movie, and it would be His Girl Friday. That is more like my everyday experience: my friends and co-workers who are gay don't try to hide it, even if they don't announce it. Well, most of my friends announce it anyway.

2.2.06

Broken

To follow up on my earlier post about the white elephant, I have recently been thinking about brakes. This doesn't have that much to do with the wipe-out I had on Saturday, except that it underlines one of the points I have about brakes, that if you don't use them regularly you're not likely to use them properly in an emergency situation.

Brakes serve two purposes on a bike: stopping and modulation of speed. Think of an automatic transmission car. You put it in gear, press on the accelerator to to go forward or to accelerate, press on the brake to slow down or to stop. That's a regular freewheel bicycle: pedalling allows you to move forward and accelerate, brakes control your speed and allow you to stop.

Now, think of a manual transmission car. The accelerator still works the same, but there are two ways of regulating your speed: the brake and the engine. The brake is still needed to stop, but in some cases it is better to allow the engine to regulate speed. On a long, steep descent, for example, putting the car in a lower gear and allowing the engine's compression to slow the vehicle is preferred to riding the brake. This is somewhat comparable to a fixed-gear bicycle: you can use a brake to regulate your speed (recommended on descents), but you can also use the engine, yourself. Since you are locked to the rear wheel, its forward momentum is transmitted to your legs, and to a large extent you have control over how fast that wheel goes. This control is not discrete, like with a car, where a change of gears puts you within a range of speed; it is continuous from stop to spinning out.

So most fixed-gear riders use back-pressure on the pedals to regulate speed, and only use the brake when it would be dangerous to try to applying braking force through the pedals, like their not being enough distance for a controlled skid, or spinning out on a downhill. They don't use the brakes to modulate speed; they mostly use them to stop in emergencies, where you lose control of the pedals. I went over the handlebars once because of this: I set up for a skid, but I wasn't slowing down fast enough, and my right cleat came loose. So I grabbed a handful of brake, without remembering that I'd recently tightened them. Lots of fixed-gear riders talk about having an emergency brake,attached someplace weird like the top tube. It is probably important to consider that that's how they're used. Brakes on fixed-gear bikes are broken.

1.2.06

White Elephant

Having just got past the Christmas season, we once again familiarized ourselves with the concept of a white elephant gift exchange. Only now, we have Wikipedia where we can look up all the gory details. Our white elephant exchanges stretch the concept a little thin: essentially, people either buy something they would like to receive as a gift, often spending much more than the guidelines, or they find some trinket that costs the exact amount; more and more places are selling to this need to pick up something for a gift exchange.

But the true meaning of a white elephant was recently borne home to me when I participated in a little raffle for some bicycle gear. Now, a true white elephant gift is one that is valued greatly by everyone but the person who possesses it: for that person, it is an immense burden. The story goes that if the King of Thailand became displeased with one of his courtiers, he would give that person a white elephant, a sacred beast. Since the courtier would have to pay for the upkeep of the white elephant without being able to use the animal for work, it was a huge financial burden.

So, the raffle: I won the most valuable prize, the one coveted by all the racerboys who participated, and I didn't want it. It was a set of hydraulic brakes, with a distinguished brand name. But I'm diametrically opposite that sort of cyclist: I don't ride offroad, I've never owned a mountain bike, and in the past year or so I've been riding fixed pretty exclusively. That translates as I don't need hydraulic brakes unless I'm in for a serious change of equipment, because they not only wouldn't go on any of my existing bikes, they'd be completely superfluous, because a fixed-gear rider doesn't use brakes to modulate speed, and that is what these brakes are so prized for. So, for me, the brakes are a white elephant.

24.1.06

Bicycle Lighting (worst blogger in the world)

Three posts. I have done three posts in the last three years, and not very interesting posts. You haven't heard how I quit smoking, lost weight, took up Pilates, travelled to Paris, or any of the other interesting things that have been going on in the past few years. You might never hear about them. I suck.

That's about it for whining then. Let's talk about lighting.

You're a bicycle commuter, and you've decided to commute through the winter. You've made it through a couple of winters commuting on nice days, hopefully without getting killed or the bejesus scared out of you. You are officially a full-time commuter; you may even have given up the car completely. Maybe you're contemplating fenders, or you've got some kind of detachable fenders for when it rains or gets gunky outside (slushy, salty, wet roads that happen be more of the riding you do than actual ice- and snow-riding). You may not have a fixed gear, yet, but you are definitely commuting all year round. You need to start thinking about lights.

You know about wet, but you haven't thought much about dark. However, by the time we've gone off daylight savings time, we are commuting for months in the dark. Most places require lights on bicycles under the same rules that cars are expected to follow; bike-friendly communities actually enforce these laws. Lots of commuters buy a cheap blinkie and some sort of battery-operated headlight. These are inadequate solutions, because they fail to keep you covered: if the batteries fail, and they will, you're stuck in the dark, in violation of the law, but more importantly, completely invisible to cars. Running without lights has never been recommended for cars, though they seem to do it with about the same frequency that they run lights and stop signs, all the time complaining that cyclists pay no attention to these rules; the problem seems to be that cyclists get away with it more often.

You need a better solution. You don't want carry a huge battery pack to power a couple of blinding-bright halogens: those have to be charged all the time. You need human power. Lights that are always there, that never need recharging, that remain lit even when you are not moving, that even turn themselves on. And that is where generator lights come in.

Technology has been a huge boon to electrical lighting systems, and generator lighting has greatly benefited. Bottle generators still exist (remember the ones that rode on the sidewall of the tire? I know, it's almost before my time as well), but there are better options.

Generators come in hubs now. The hub is what the wheel turns around, and makes a very effective place to put a dynamo: a rotating part moving around a non-rotating part. It can be sealed against the elements, doesn't rely on friction from the sidewall, and generates power any time the bike is in motion. Shimano makes one of these.

But it is not just the generators that have advanced; so have the lights. Lights are available now that remain lit even when the bike is stopped, without using batteries. One of the mandates of the German laws under which all these developments came about was that battery-powered lights, or battery-backups, were too unreliable, and outlawed them as a bicycle lighting source. These laws were also responsible for insisting the lights not blink. Voltage regulators in the lights prevent them from burning out at high speed.

LEDs also make the lighting better. They last significantly longer than their halogen equivalents, and they handle variations in current better.

6.7.04

CrossGen is dead... so's my computer

Lindy's exclamation from Solus gives this blog its name. Not that anyone there is going to be using it. The Crossgen comics all still seem to be available, but the company itself seems to have gone belly up. The old issues are all still there, but the new ones have stopped coming.

Not that I should be surprised. Nothing good lasts forever. Just as the stories are starting to converge in interesting ways, they pull the plug and leave us hanging. Yeah, that's lots of Internet features that were interesting while they lasted (Dear Lizzie was a favorite pre-blog online journal I read), but it goes all the way through life: the books I've read that I didn't want to end, the TV series that didn't last a whole season, the movies that I wanted to experience for the first time again, my first time being in love.

Or the first computer I had that wasn't a laptop. That computer sits at home more or less dead: he got a gut replacement, but didn't survive. Is that the way it'll happen with us?

23.6.04

Lost in Translation

Can't get over what a great little movie this is. It reminded me that every time I travel, I can tell it's somewhere else because the air is all muggy; I'm all muggy, can't think straight. It's not clear, not like here. The time is all wrong; it's dark when it's supposed to be light, light when it's supposed to be dark. The sun is a hazy, vague presence, if you even know where to look for it; it often appears over something unfamiliar, coming from directions you don't expect.

Charlotte confides to her friend on the phone after visiting a Buddhist temple: "And I didn't feel anything..." and that's what I'm constantly confronted with. I'm lost, can't find the right response. I'm definitely feeling something, I'm just so confused and unclear, everything that touches me, everything that moves me, is just making me more upset.