Mt Burdell Again

The dog and I went for a ride on Mt Burdell again today, putting in two hours on the last day of the year, and seeing down the sun on 2013. Again, great dogs, great cyclists, great hikers. A shibe mix, an old dog named Duke, and someone thought Chick was, “Two? Three?” She’ll be 8 next month.

My Burdell
Mt Burdell Panorama
My Burdell
My Burdell

We spooked a murder of turkey vultures from their roosts on a cattle trough. This is them, wheeling around until we were gone.

Mt Burdell

That’s what I look like. I never smile.
Mt Burdell

Here’s the trail, carved 18″ through the topsoil. Mountain bikes are pretty low-impact, compared to a D8 Cat.
Mt Burdell
Mt Burdell
Mt Burdell

Ride to Healdsburg and Forestville

I got out yesterday on the Quickbeam for a long (for me) ride, up to Healdsburg from Santa Rosa, and then out Westside Road to Forestville, and home.

map of the route


The ride out was nice; I felt strong, but went all the way out Fulton and by the airport and through Windsor, instead of cutting over to Eastside Road. I caught the same guy at two different stoplights, once on Fulton Road, and once on Old Redwood Hwy north of Windsor. I’m pretty sure he went a faster, nicer way. Next time.

I saw lots of cyclists coming South of of Healdsburg as I rolled in about 2:00. I cut through the hobo tracks by the old train station and got some pictures. I sat in the park, ate a Luna bar, drank half my water, and then walked around Healdsburg for a bit. It’s been upscaled a bit since I was there last, but I know there are still freaks out in the hills.


I tried to pick up Eastside Road to get out of town, but what I thought was Eastside looked like a freeway onramp, so I walked the bike* a block North and got on Westside. Which is fine; I love that road.

I stopped at a pretty roadside rock feature by a vineyard. It looked like a mini park. I needed to pee a little, but thought it would be gauche to wizz on the rocks and oaks.

Westside Road
Westside Road
Westside Road

Another stop at the Wohler Bridge took care of that.

Westside Road
Westside Road
Westside Road

When I hit River Road, I decided to pop into Forestville and say ‘hi’ to my brother. I stole a liter of apple juice, pet the dogs, and changed gears from the 80″ 44×15 gear to the 71″ 44×17. The Tire Savers need to be repositioned when you move the wheel, and the front one’s sexy ‘under-the-crown’ mount puts the whole thing too close to the tire, not just the business end.

Westside Road

As tired as I was, I should have run back out to River Road, which is pretty flat. Instead, I headed home on 116, tackling the steep pitches between Forestville and Guerneville Road I always forget about. That was pretty treacherous, because the entire shoulder was broken up with six foot steel construction plates every fifteen feet. I guess for “technical road riding,” I should have brought my new “29er road bike.” The C-Lines handled it pretty well, though. It’s not like I was going very fast.

So four and a half hours out, all told. More than half the daylight hours I was awake were spent out on the bike!

*I won’t ride the wrong way, or on the sidewalk, if I can help it.

Richard Sachs’ ledgerdemain

Richard Sachs explains “why he left the recording industry.” I like that kind of recorded minutiae, and I think it’s art in its own right. It’s definitely the marks of a thinking mind.


I think e-Richie could nail all these ledgers to a board, and frame them under glass. “ATMO.”

In a much less organized way, I have a giant piece of watercolor paper under my laptop, and I’ve been keeping notes and marginalia on it. I have all the drawings and measurements for laying out Angelina’s book on it. If I still like it in a couple of weeks, I may cut out the most interesting rectangle and frame it.


Today was great

Today was my birthday. I always take my birthday off work, because I want to do exactly what I want to do, and I don’t really like a workplace fuss. Yesterday I was almost giddy, hitting DECLINE on 5 meetings that would have taken 6 hours out of my workday. Birthday. And cut across lunch. And no time to ride.
(oh my god, another one?)
(what the… that’s lunchtime!)
(oh yeah, there’s the regular other Wednesday meeting – crucial that I be there for UI approval before launch)

Instead, I took my dog out on a leash-free mountain biking excursion in Marin County.

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Two and a half hours of riding the brand new bike (Well, the frame is new… to me. The headsets is new! And the cables!). Even the bartape is old, but I flipped it around so the faded/unfaded markings make a zebra stripe. I like it.

Riding on Mt Burdell with Chick!

Up on Mt Burdell, there are nice roads going across the face of the hills, and then steep climbs to get to the next level. There are some singletrack steep descents that are not signed against bikes, but technically the dogs should be on leash for them.

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The Gryphon rode great, the smooth Schwalbe tires hooked up on the dirt climbs, and baby heads were no problem. I was pretty surprised at the traction on the rear Marathon, but the dirt conditions were about perfect. Crusty, not dusty or muddy.

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Halfway up the first climb I realized I’d overdressed, and shed the gloves, balaclava and outer layer. Rolled them up inside the sweater and tied them to the bars.

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We met a couple dogs, and my dog was great with them, and met some cool people hiking up. Bike people. Ibis Mojo, Santa Cruz Bontrager Race, early Litespeed kind of bike people. This Singular Gryphon is a real conversation starter. Another guy we (I) talked to was riding his passed-away friend’s passed-on hardtail Fisher. He takes pictures on his rides on the bike and sends them to his friend’s mom. I love that.

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A fellow with the dog that I talked to (“Gaucho’s” owner), said the Rangers mostly come out when the cows are in the open space. I asked him how you know the cows are out, and he said, “You see them.” Oh, yeah, right.

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Chick (the dog’s name is Chick) was tired, and I think she hurt her paw. I was a little sore, and the headset needs a bit of tightening, but I call it a very successful first “real” ride on the Singular Gryphon, and I’m so happy to have a place to ride with the dog!

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In the rest of the birthday day, I got some new clothes, and my 13 year old took me out for fries, and a stranger in Safeway bought me a sixpack of Lagunitas IPA. She looked at the backed-up line of people buying beer and wine, all guys, and said, “I bet I’m the only one buying this because I’m mad at men.” I said, “I’m getting this because it’s my birthday and I bought some beer, thinking ‘I’ll get something I’d never get. Something special! And it tasted terrible.'” She was like, “Oh, that’s awful!” When the checker rang up her KJ Chardonnay, she told him to ring up my beer, too. I said, “Thanks, that’s sweet. I hope your bottle works for you. And kills all men.” She laughed.

Coffeeneuring DNF

The campaign to hit 7 cafes by bicycle in 7 weekends succumbed to circumstance last weekend.

My Saturday bike ride down to the A Street (Santa Rosa art district) to visit the coffee place down there was foiled by the fact that I left the house an hour after the festivities were supposed to be over. I saw a giant-sized bicycle-ish steampunk contraption riding away, and some decent encaustic painting/collages, but couldn’t find any coffee. The Peet’s and Starbucks facing each other across D Street both close at 9pm. Oops. Signs on the sidewalk, lights on, but people cleaning out drains and flushing espresso machines. I wonder if the baristas give each other the evil eye when they lock their doors in unison, or if they go down to get a beer and a shot together.

My Sunday plan to ride over to Acre Coffee in the Montgomery Village to meet up with my friend was foiled by a dog door.

I’ve had a chore for a couple of weeks now (discharged today), to put a dog door in my mother-in-law’s door, so her Bernese Mountain Dog can let herself out, without the winter air getting in. I pulled the supplied door out of its packaging, and held it up to the door, held it up to the dog, and tried to get Rosie to jump through it. She ran around the yard with the frame around her neck like a collar.

So, I took the door back to Pet Whatever, talked them through their return policy and customer service (maybe I could order it online? “I thiiink you can use the credit online.” Is there a nearby Pet Whatever that might have it? “Oh no, the closest one is in Petaluma.” I’ll go there. Can you call and see if they have one? “What? Oh, sure, I could do that. Just wait ten minutes while I deal with this sudden deluge of high-maintenance customers”), then drove 20 minutes to get the in-stock LIVESTOCK sized dog door. The whole transaction put me arriving at Acre Coffee exactly on time if I drove, but 20 minutes late if I stopped off to switch to a bicycle. Which would be stupid.

My friend and I had a great two hour visit, gave directions to two people – a possibly homeless man (cleaned and well-clothed in a Western Farmer style, but semi-incoherent and pushing a pram with a LOT of stuff in it) who needed to find his doctor’s office (for an appointment the next day – best to be prepared); and a woman who had driven 5 hours from Eureka, bound for Martinez. She’d gotten off the highway 20 miles too early, mostly because she was tired of driving. She was bound on driving through Sonoma on 12, which would not have helped her situation.

The Acre espresso is Portland Style, slightly muddy, but tasty. Interior design is very good, but the Petaluma one is better.

But it doesn’t count, since I didn’t cycle there.

Yesterday, my plan to bike cycle with the dog to the coffee stand at Pacific Market like I’d done the other week was foiled by my friends and their dog knocking on my door to make sure the kid birthday party was still on for 2pm. I was like, “Yes, plus let me get my clothes on so Chick and Duke can walk together!” The dogs LOVED that. Long walk through downtown, back to the friends’ house, and then hot-foot back home to prep for the party. No riding, no coffee.

Today, I actually got an Americano at Holy Ground (tasty), by bicycle, as part of my three-part odyssey to get the Gravel Roadster hooked up tubeless. Bike Peddler guys are super-awesome, Big Apples are too loose to go tubeless, but Marathon Supremes will. Supremes look like regular road tires next to Big Apples.

Coffeeneuring DNF

Coffeeneuring Challenge #4

I ran some errands this morning, and got a cup of coffee at The Flying Goat in Santa Rosa’s Railroad Square. This should be a Coffeeneuring Permanent. Nine years ago I rode by The Flying Goat on the Quickbeam, and was chased down by Buck, a fellow who builds frames for Chris King now. Randomly running into him at the Oregon Manifest kickoff party several years ago was crucial to me having anything to report to Bicycle Times at all…


$2.50 in my own cup, pretty smokey flavor, okay crema. Fantastic ambience. Other groovy bikes locked up (or not) in the vicinity.

Coffeeneuring challenge
Coffeeneuring challenge

Coffeeneuring challenge


Apparently Flickr is uncool with panoramas

Coffeeneuring Challenge #2 and #3

I’ve been editing my wifes book for (e)publication for the last couple weeks, so I have posts in my brain and camera, but no time to commit them to the blog.

Last weekend I decided I wasn’t going to make the Challenge; there is very little call to go get a cup of coffee when your home is awash in the stuff. There’s a little coffee Noah building an ark, marching in the dust bunnies two by two, as the coffee flood waters rise.

However, I slipped out to Holy Grounds right before they closed, and had an Americano (plenty of room). Coffeeneuring Challenge #2. I drank half of it there, and rode home to finish it on my porch, which is much nicer.

Coffeeneuring Challenge #2 - Holy Roast

Coffeeneuring Holy Roast, Santa Rosa CA

Second half of the Americano taken to go - Coffeeneuring Challenge


This weekend, I woke up Sunday morning, rolled back the clocks, and took the dog to the coffee hut at Pacific Market. I was going to go to Village Bakery, but I can’t tie the dog up outside, because she goes into “guard dog” mode and won’t let anyone in. Embarrassing and scary. She was so good at the coffee bar, though, ignoring the two tiny dogs barking away every five minutes. Anyway, Challenge #3.


Quickbeam Coffeeneuring - parked

Coffeeneuring Destination

Coffeeneuring Americano - nice!

Coffeeneuring Challenge #1

So my first shot at the Coffeeneuring Challenge was actually challenging.

This “oh, that looks like a nice cafe” cafe is now closed down. Apparently it didn’t look nice enough to entice me through its doors in time to help keep them open…


“My Friend Joe” Coffee – shuts at 6:00 on Sundays. The girl was dragging the sign inside as I rode up. Note the “Open” and “Closed” signs both being on. Also note the badass ’70s typeface of “Bagels & Croissants.” Whatever it is, it’s the next-most-’70s font to Cooper Black.


Cafe des Croissants. Sure, I could use an almond croissant and an espresso. Too bad they close at 4 on Sundays. The guy loading the truck was totally willing to sell me a croissant, but couldn’t fire up the espresso machine. I should have bought the croissant.


So I just went two blocks back to Mendocino Ave., and stopped at the bizarrely located Peet’s. I guess it serves the city/county admin buildings across the way. Twelve ounce Americano with plenty of room. It was good.


I actually saw my wife zip by on her Vespa on the way back from her shopping, and I took the rest of the coffee to go. She beat me home by a few minutes. In McMinnville, we used to race home from 3rd St., bike against scooter, Max on the back of the scooter. It was usually pretty close, especially if you counted the winner by “first into the house,” instead of “first into the driveway.”



Coffeeneuring Challenge

Oh yeah! I forgot about the Chasing Mailboxes Coffeeneuring Challenge! You rode King Ridge with Levi’s Grand Fondo this weekend? Sweet. I’m going to ride leisurely…ly to Joe’s and get a cup. Maybe the Village Bakery. Flying Goat? Maybe find someplace completely new. Someplace near Annadel? Every weekend day you have a chance to ride to a coffee shop more than two miles away. Do seven in seven weeks, and you have completed the challenge.

I actually live right downtown, which puts a number of cafes INSIDE the limit line. Maybe there’s a “bad taxi” route I can craft to eke out two miles to the Peet’s, Starbucks, and two other coffee shops three blocks away from my house. I’m going to save this post and start a sort of Adventure Cycling map tour-planning festival with Google Maps.

There’s a new rule, which I’ll call the Pondero Rule, is that you can ride out someplace nice and brew coffee yourself. I may try this, but I never did spring for a $60 rad stove kit from Ocean Air Cycles.

How do I get credit for this? Is there a patch I can sew on a bag? Aha! (I actually read the rules) – submit proof to Chasing Mailboxes in one swell foop at the stroke of midnight, Nov. 25, 2013: links to pictures, tweets, powerpoint presentation, etc. And… There’s SOME kind of prizeishness.

Rivendell Grin Fundo

I’d never done a bike s24o, until the Rivendell Grin Fundo. I didn’t own a sleeping bag, or a lick of gear, but I jumped at the Grin Fundo the same way I jumped at the Quickbeam when they arrived, “shut up and take my money!”


Gear: I bought a closeout REI bag that stuffs down to the size of a casaba melon, but weighs about the same as a basket of strawberries, poured some leftover TJ’s two-buck Chuck into a steel bottle, and put that in a big ziplock baggie. I took my toothbrush, and the almost-done Tom’s cinnamint I put aside for the occasion, and my asthma medicine. Fat wool socks and lightweight Carharts and another wool tee shirt for sleeping in, and the ride down. That was about it. No pad, no cooking gear, and two power bars.


I was going to bring a pillow, but forgot. “Whatever, I’ll just put my extra clothes in the sleeping bag stuff sack, and use that.” Which was a good plan, but the “extra” clothes were the ones I’d just changed out of, and they were soaked with sweat from the climb up Diablo. Ew. I used my spare top and a shoe for a little height. It worked fine.

It all fit inside a borrowed Large Saddlesack. That’s a cool thing. Harry gave me some zip ties, and I zipped it to the rack, and cinched it to the saddle and post. I just put my sleeping bag, loaded shoulder bag and Carradice saddlebag right into it.

Bike: Borrowed Rivendell Hillborne. I would have liked to ride my Quickbeam, but I didn’t want to be the last one up and the last one down. My two geared bikes aren’t very Rivendelicious, but would have worked fine with some clever strapping. Basically, I wanted to have the full experience, albatross bars and all.


Keven arranged all, and Harry set the saddle height. Perfect. A bit more upright than I’m used to, with Albatross bars and cork grips. There were also big sharp Silver bar-end shifters pointed at my knees. My geared bikes have a single right shifter, or stubby Suntour bar-ends, and all of my bikes have flared drops. I said, “I’m a little worried about the shifter stabbing my knee,” and Grant said, “it might happen.” Huh. Better ride around a bit more and learn to tuck the left knee over the top tube on tight turns…



Keven also roasts his own coffee beans, which he turned into an Americano for me, complete with organic heavy cream from Trader Joe’s.





I bought some stuff (green tape and a King cage) with my $25 Fundo credit (a surprise to me), and we each got a “special prize for filling out the waiver form,” which was a Grin Fundo patch. Totally cool. People came and went, including Manny’s crew of hard men, bound for a bandit camp higher on the mountain.

The Ride Up: When Grant arrived, we rolled out across Walnut Creek to the base of Mount Diablo, and started to climb. My hands sweat a lot, and on the bare metal of the albatross bars, I didn’t have the grip confidence to “pull through” on the climb, so I just geared down and spun.

Diablo to the Junction is a significant climb.


We met Manny’s crew a little below the Junction, and I chatted with Brencho and took some pictures.


One fellow had a beautiful hardtail singlespeed with a single ornate lower head tube lug. The rest of the bike was fillet brazed or TIG’d, with a matte pewter finish. I asked the owner what kind of bike it was, and he said, “A mountain bike.” Ha! I’ve heard of those. Grant later said the lower head lug was the dumbest lug to pick, if you were only going to do one lug, since you need a different one for every size. On the other hand, it acts as a gusset, looks beautiful, and you save money eliminating all the other lugs…


Camping: We dropped down from the Junction, and then down a dirt road to a camp with about 10 spots. We took the “host” site when we found one of our reserved sites was taken by a family. We didn’t want to make them shift their tents and kids, which seemed like a hassle. Also, the host site was much flatter.


I was at a loose end after setting up my site. I flopped the bag on the ground, laid on it, moved it sideways nine inches so that my hip would fall into a natural depression, laid on it again to make sure, and parked my bike next to it. Done!

bike-rail-smWe ate lots and lots of Cowgirl Creamery “Mt Tam,” which is brie-ish, with a subtle crackle of lactose crystals (according to Nick (“El Duke Degreaser”), who is a food scientist). There was another Cowgirl* cheese, and plenty of dark chocolate, and nuts, and other paleo-ish fare chosen to keep eaters in ketogenesis. Alain brought some Oban whisky in a flask, which was extremely well chosen. I’ve been to Oban, but never had the whisky. He also hipped me to Yamazaki, which I’ll try to find.


There was a lot of ketogenic diet talk, which was interesting to me because I like to hear esoteric knowledge shared by passionate nerds. Random fact: A single brazil nut has 100% of your daily dose of selenium.**puck-nick-ian-sm

Random assertion I am interested in confirming: Cancer cells cannot replicate in a ketogenic environment.


The Ride Down: Steep huff up out of the hollow we camped in, and a little regroup on the dirt climb to the dirt descent. Grant gives a short primer on descending on dirt, and realizes he’s left his glasses at the campsite. No big deal. They’re the green safety glasses Rivendell used to sell. Optically correct, and stylish in a no-style way. Made in America, but they don’t make them here anymore. He’s had them for 20 years. Mark asks if the way down is easy to navigate, and Grant says there’s one fork, and you just keep right. Mark turns around and drops back down the trail to get the glasses.

grant-nick-puck-sm Nick opts to go out early, because he has two young kids to take care of, and Alain does the same, carefully picking his line down the steep fire road on the Ebisu. We faff long enough that Mark returns with Grant’s glasses. They really are pretty nice.


Lots of descending steep rough steepy roughness, and riding along a ridgeline where you can look into two valleys at the same time. I heard Puck had never ridden offroad, but he aced it on a borrowed loaded road bike. At the bottom, where the exposed ridgeline turned into shady mellowness and stream crossings, Grant said, “I’m surprised nobody crashed. I really thought someone would.” Huh. I like the matter-of-factness about the possible risks of worthwhile behavior.


Chatted with Grant a bit about Oregon and Santa Rosa and people we knew, as we found our way through streets named after Indian tribes. Had another Keven Americano, some more cheese, and said goodbye.


The Drive Home: Whoops. Trying to get into Sonoma County via Vallejo on a race weekend is bad. Having time to listen to music and think is never bad, though.

*Small world: I just found out tonight that one of the co-founders of Cowgirl Creamery is my friend’s cousin’s wife’s sister. My friend said it like it was a thing I should know. 
**I got to use this fact just yesterday at a party in Santa Cruz, and shared the concept of Selenium Toxicity with someone who already knew that brazil nuts had 100% of your daily requirement.


Annadel ride and flat

lake ilsanjo, originally uploaded by BikeTinker.

I rode 20 miles, got a little sun, and a flat tire. I had a little epiphany on the trail. I was resting in the shade on a fierce uphill, thinking about work in pretty negative terms. Petty stuff. I started thinking about how my late friend Seth always seemed to have encouragement and joy in life, and I thought “I should be more like that.” Renew my efforts to smooth out the friction points, but more to the point, DEFINITELY not lose out on enjoying the ride.

Friction shifting nine speeds with a seven-speed bar-end shifter was pretty ragged. I’m looking at 13-32 7 speed cassette so I can use the indexing. Especially important if I’m going to loan this bike to my brother in August.

Untitled, originally uploaded by BikeTinker.

I was headed out of the park, and stopped for a minute at the top of Steve’s Trail. I was sitting on that picnic table, thinking how nice it was, when I heard something like water rushing through a pipe, which seemed weird. Turn my head, just the sound of bugs. Turn it back, SSSSSSSSSS. It’s coming from that rack thing the bike is on.

It’s coming from my bike!

I panicked a little. If I was home right now, I’d already be getting the stink eye for staying out so long. Roll down toward the Lake. No! The parking lot is a better bet. It’s closer, and maybe I can catch a ride, or borrow a phone.

flat tire!, originally uploaded by BikeTinker.

I rode down until the back end got too squirrley, and then just walk/ran the bike. A guy on an older carbon hardtail asked if I needed anything. I said, “A patch?” He stopped, and started tearing a duct-taped bundle off his seat tube. He pulled out a new tube, handed it to me, and said, “Do you need anything else? Tools?” I was like, “Thanks, brother!” (I’ve never called anyone ‘brother’ in my life) “I’ll definitely pass this on.”

“That’s what you do. Do you need any tools?”

“No, I can mount this tire with my hands. I’ll borrow a pump from someone when I get this seated.”

He handed me a CO2 cartridge and a mini regulator dealie. “This should be good for two tubes, but I used a full one my first time. ”  Wow.

I got everything situated, and the tire soft but rideable (sure enough, the cartridge was empty), when a woman stopped and asked if I had everything I needed. I said, “Thanks, I’m fine,” and she said, “Are you sure?”

That struck me as a good foll0w-up question, to break through people’s initial resistance to help, and to kick-start their mind to really assess the situation. I’ll use it in the future.

“No, I actually just now finished up, but thanks a ton for asking. Have a great ride!”

I’m grateful to my Samaritans for turning a good ride with a long walk into a stellar ride and a fun interaction.


“It’s not a contest. Enjoy the ride.”
– Seth Vidal

10 bikes – could you do it?

Or, “If you could have ten bikes, what would they be? ” For Bobby B.

1. The Quickbeam in full commuter drag. Maybe with the S3X, or the Sachs Automatic, probably just fixed.
3. The Gravel Roadster, but custom made to fit me. Ideally made by Rob English. Gears, 60mm tires, fenderable, ~20lbs. Right now I’m using the GR for 10 mile loops with the guys from work, and I enjoy the contrast with their bikes.
4. Matt Chester fixed gear. Hunter fork. I’ve loved his bikes ever since I saw one on Fixed Gear Gallery aeons ago.
5. Jones titanium spaceframe. Truss fork, shorty 6-speed cluster, H-bars. Every Jones mod available.
6. Rob English snow bike. Superlight, but giant tires. The Gravel Roadster x2. Basically, my idea is that a fatbike doesn’t need to be heavy-duty, because the massive tires insulate the bike from shocks.
7. Time Trial commute bike. For my 19 mi trip to work. In style. This would also be a Rob English bike, I think. Fenders, Hetres, lighting, and a Ruckus front box.
8. Cyclocross bike. A vanity racing bike, just for showing off. LegolasSachsSpeedvagen, or Ira Ryan. A pretty track bike would fill the same (nonexistent) void.
9. Custom Rivendell fixed gear offroad bike. A Quickbeam with more clearance. Threadless steerer, vertical dropouts. Gusset.
10. AppaloosaBoscos, just a couple gears.
Not a single bike on this list has tires narrower than 33mm…

White ENO hub with a cog, lockring and no spokes

how will I get that cog off? Or build a wheel?

This was an impulse buy. I should regret it, but I don’t. I’ve wanted an ENO hub for a long time, partly because it’s useful for fixing (“turning into fixies”) bikes with vertical dropouts, but mostly because it’s such a cool idea. I have a goal of putting White hubs on a couple of my bikes, but haven’t yet. I love hubs. I’m attracted to the shiny blingy ones, but I really like the ones that do weird things.

This hub has a center of rotation that is non-congruent with the axle ends. This feature lets you run a singlespeed or fixed wheel on a bike with vertical dropouts, because you can swing the hub backwards to tighten the chain. Before the ENO Eccentric, you would have needed to calculate a Magic Gear, in order to have a decent chain tension with a vertical dropout. So it’s cool, and extremely niche. In fact, secret knowledge is the essence of cool.


This one has 135mm rear spacing, so it could be built into a 26″ wheel for the Bontrager, or a 29er wheel for the Gravel Roadster. I like the Bontrager as it is, and I just geared up the Gravel Roadster with a derailleur and cassette.

So I have a hub that’s begging for a new bike to be built around it. Oops. Maybe a Legolas or Black Mountain Cycles cyclocross bike? A Jones doesn’t need this, since it comes with an eccentric bottom bracket that does the same thing. Those are all unlikely choices, since I already spent my discretionary funds on this hub… oops.

shiny silver ENO hub

The other “oops” is that it was cut out of its wheel before the cog and lockring were removed. I figured I’d lace it to a rim, to get some leverage on the cog, but it’s going to be hard to weasel spokes past the cog and into the spoke holes in the first place.

awful 1/8" cog tooth

I won’t keep the cog on there. I don’t think I can build a wheel without removing the cog, and I don’t use 1/8″ cogs, anyway. Or lockrings (the Rotafix Method is fine). So… what’s the best method to remove a cog from a hub, if you can’t use the rim for leverage?


The Peddaling Baker

I bought some baked goods from this fellow. He mills his own flour for his sourdough loaves, and sweetens his peanut butter cups with xylitol.


The downside is that two peanut butter cups and a hamburger bun-sized “loaf” will set you back $10. The bread was really good, and I ate it in tiny slices to maximize the payback, and kind of approach it as a $3.50 box of melba toasts, not a loaf of bread you could put in a shirt pocket. The peanut butter cups were grainy, so maybe he could mill his nuts a little finer.

I support what he’s doing, but I can’t really afford to support what he’s doing.


I had a good week of riding to work, including Bike To Work Day. 18+ miles each way, fixed, every single day. Flipped one guy off, flirted with a car full of cute girls, and had a nice woman offer to throw away the nail I picked up at a traffic light.

I figured out how to successfully and safely enter Rohnert Park from the North (use the inside turn lane, because every single person in the outside turn lane is getting on the freeway).

Bike to Work Day started with hearing a fellow manning the coffee station sharing his opinions. See if you can fill in the blanks.



“I think fixies are ridiculous. Because, like, brakes. Duh. And they’re terrible for your knees.”

I think the gist is that fixies are just so unfashionable, now.