The neverending list of things to do before leaving the metro area is now a short list of loose ends. Need to puts Stan’s sealant in our tubes. Need to install a new SRAM PC-870 chain on the Pugsley. Need to install the Surly 1×1 bar with shifters and brake levers. Install another water bottle cage on Lael’s Raleigh. Swap stems and seatposts on the Raleigh; a little lower up front with weight forward over the bars might ride better– this is a bike fit. Ride some more. Is that better? How about the saddle angle? Reach? The pedals feel forward of the saddle. Slide it forward. Now, descend standing on the pedals. Climb. Pedal casually. It’s close to perfect but it still feels new. It’s a big bike compared to the Hooligan.
The task of finding an appropriate used bike and dressing it for singletrack touring isn’t entirely complicated. Doing it on a budget between several cities with inconvenient transit systems is. There isn’t a bus directly from Fort Collins to Denver, even though an interstate highway spans the 65 miles between the two cities. It even requires two buses to reach Boulder, which is nearer. I was lucky to find a Craigslist seller that would meet me in the middle. I walked to the bus in Fort Collins, walked four miles in Longmont, and upon returning to Fort Collins in the evening I was forced to “velocipede” the bike several miles back home in the dark. I lowered the saddle and propelled the bike in a seated running motion. I now have a deep appreciation for the development of the chain-drive system.
To meet Lael last week at the Denver airport required similar transportational creativity. First, to attend a meeting of the Denver Surly Owners Society (S.O.S.) I jumped on the bike in Fort Collins with a light load for the 65 mile paved ride to town. The Pugsley doesn’t fit on the bike racks found on many buses, so this was my only option. Leaving a few hours later than planned, I diligently sat on the bike to reach my downtown destination by six. Fifteen, sixteen miles an hour had me on track to arrive in time, when a headwind halved my progress. Pushing through the wind and the suburban armor of Denver, I finally crossed the Platte River into the heart of the city. A visit to a city’s center is essential, but the surrounding sub-urban layers have as much to say about the city as the core.
The S.O.S. is a small crew of Denver’s cycling elite, with a healthy association of bicycle advocacy and bike-sharing. Denver’s B-Cycle bike-sharing program is the first of it’s kind in the country, and I was hosted for the evening by Philip who manages the fleet of 500 bicycles involved in the program. Philip recently tackled several days of the Colorado Trail on a 1×9 Surly Karate Monkey with a Salsa Enabler fork and a fat tire up front– half-fat. The S.O.S. group rode to Salvagetti, a hip local shop specializing in transportation cycling and featuring a host of Surly bikes, custom built to finer specifications than the standard builds offered. Salvagetti hosted a grand re-opening party at their new location; on display was the singlespeed Kona that local rider Justin Simoni rode in this year’s Tour Divide, finishing first in the SS category.
Denver’s new airport is about thirty miles from the city center, seemingly in Kansas. I was able to put my bike on an $11 bus to arrive in time to meet Lael. Rejoined and rejoiced with my traveling companion, we left the airport on bikes. Very few airports are easy to access by bike, and Denver’s isn’t one of them, although technically it’s tolerable. The two-three lane highway exiting the airport has a generous shoulder and some bike signage, except when road construction channels traffic into a narrow corridor, excluding the shoulder. The responsibility to maintain the bicycle facility has been ignored through the phase of construction, presumably because very few people ride to the airport. Bikes just aren’t that important sometimes. The Albuquerque airport is located only three miles from the main east-west boulevard in town; I was able to shoulder a large bike box for the three mile ride through neighborhoods, to package my bike for flight in the airport lobby. I have ridden to or from airports in Paris, Boston, Seattle, Anchorage, El Paso and Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh will soon have a short connector trail from the airport to the Montour Trail, a main spur from the Great Allegheny Passage, which then connects to the C&O Trail and Washington D.C about 350 miles away.
Riding through Denver in the morning is pleasant and a free bike map helps guide the way. We rummaged through used outdooor gear at the WIlderness Exchange, and found a new helmet for Lael at REI. With her new Giro cap, she looks like a short-track speed skater on a bike. Cooking on the sidewalk outside of REI, we dined on breakfast burritos made with fromage et saucisons from France. Lael also brought salted caramels, a kilo of grey sea salt, miniaturized homemade cornichons (pickles) and a bottle of calvados. We have been eating well.
A bus to Boulder whisks us out of the city for a few dollars. The immaculately organized Boulder Community Cycles provides inexpensive used chainrings, v-brake levers, and stems; a cousin in Boulder provided a mailing address, where I received several packages. A friend picked us up to return to Fort Collins to begin building and rebuilding bikes.
Back home, fixing bikes: derailleur hangers to transform the singlespeed to a geared bike and a new Velo Orange Grand Cru sealed cartridge bearing headset replaces a worn-loose ball system; used Race Face stem, Surly steel chainrings, and Shimano Acera brake levers from Boulder Community Cycles; a hard to find 30.0mm Salsa seat post clamp; Velo Orange thumb shifter mounts will accept the levers from my Shimano bar-end shifters and the $20 gold anodized On-One Mary handlebar. Lael loves her “Marys”.
All work and no play is no good at all:
The last few days have been a lazy parade of swapping parts, tuning the ride and dialing the fit. However, there has been time for swimming and baking pies, visiting local breweries and bike builders. Fort Collins has a veritable bike zoo between Panda and Black Sheep Bicycles. More on that later.
The bikes are riding, Lael is acclimating, and transportation to Interbike is in the works. It’s been a busy week, but it’s all coming together.