I stop the bike in the small crowd at the Aid Station, and guzzle Gatorade. A bunch of the Dirt Rag crew are there, Maurice Tierney and Thanita Adams and a few other people. They are drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. Beer and smokes in the feed zone. I love it. The smell of the cigarettes is marvelous, and I feel an intense craving. I drink more Gatorade. I linger too long. I don't want to get back on the bike. Suddenly, from behind, comes a cheerful cry: "Yo, Corvus!"
It's J.
My jaw drops.
"Come take a look at this!" she announces proudly. She draws a small crowd, bent over her rear wheel. She has done a McGuyver on her tensioner:
But get her a bike with track ends for the love of god! She deserves it!
;-)
I dunno. As much as bling singlespeeds are all the rage these days, converting that old beater into a one-geared weapon of self destruction is so much more in keeping with the spirit of things, IMO.
But get her a bike with track ends for the love of god! She deserves it!
;-)
I dunno. As much as bling singlespeeds are all the rage these days, converting that old beater into a one-geared weapon of self destruction is so much more in keeping with the spirit of things, IMO.
CC
Well, there's bling, and there's bikes like Surly or OnOne. You could even get an inexpensive retrofit of that bike.
But I guess she's doing well on that one too, as long as the course has sticks.
But get her a bike with track ends for the love of god! She deserves it!
;-)
I dunno. As much as bling singlespeeds are all the rage these days, converting that old beater into a one-geared weapon of self destruction is so much more in keeping with the spirit of things, IMO.
Some of us *need* that 0-dish rear wheel and a frame made specifcally to stand up to the extra rigors of singlespeeding.
