Cobbles, Carbon, Silk, and Dust

The Café Roubaix Arenberg paired to FMB Paris-Roubaix

I hadn’t planned to ride them every day. In fact, I had planned to only ride them once and let other people ride them. But, genius that I am, I forgot my ceramic brake pads and had to source some new ones which was a maddeningly difficult process given that Europe observes something in the neighborhood of 363 holidays per year.

I was more than a little apprehensive, to be honest, of riding a lightweight set of carbon wheels down the cobbles of Paris-Roubaix – let alone on three separate occasions and two days on the kasseien of Vlaanderen. At long last, I got my hands on some brake pads, but then my hopes of riding my Golden Tickets died with the harp hiss emitting from Stefano Museeuw’s back when when he took my FMB-clad Nemisis through a hole big enough to lose him in. One thing for sure, the young talent has the “Look Pro Stop at the Side of the Road in Disgust” nailed. I suppose it helps when you’ve got the Lion of Flanders as your dad and mentor.

But truth be told, the Cafe Roubaix Arenberg wheels were amazing to ride, especially on the tarmac. On the cobbles, they were noticeably less compliant than my box-rim tubs, but they more than made up for it in speed and featheriness on the tarmac bits. And that is the element we so often overlook about Roubaix: we identify so heavily with the 50km of Pavé, but we so easily forget there are 200km of tarmac to deal with as well – which is why Museeuw ultimately lost to Tchmil aboard his ill-fated Bianchi “Throne”. When judging a wheel, all these aspects must be weighed against one another.

One thing of note, however, is that on the roughest secteurs of pavé – in particular the Trenchée and Carrefour – I found it more difficult to discover my rhythm than I did last year. Could it be that the lightweight wheels bounced too much and spent too much time going up rather than forward? I find that notion easier to digest than the notion that there was something amiss with my riding.

I proclaim this knowing full well the wrath I’m sure to receive: even for the enthusiast, the carbon wheel is the future for every discipline of cycling. While my Ambrossios are much more lovable in terms of nostalgia and good-old-fashioned hardman looks, the strength and stiffness of the Roubaixs outmatched the classic box-rim of the Nemesis in every respect from weight all the way down to trueness. On the other hand, three-cross bladed spokes on a deep-dish rim are a real bitch in a Flemish crosswind.

 

frank

The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking. As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it. Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen. Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.

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  • OH, and as to 'resonant frequency', way too sciency for @frank. Or @shitfaced.me, for that matter. It took me a solid 15 seconds to figure out to finish that last sentence with 'matter'. For that....uh. um...

  • @Nate

    we identify so heavily with the 50km of Pavé, but we so easily forget there are 200km of tarmac to deal with as well

    Did you go to Flanders and Northern France to ride on tarmac, or cobblestones?

    Good point. Why would anyone go all the way to France and Belgium and then NOT ride up the crown ? Riding the gutter ? It would be pointless and poor form, like snogging your sister.

  • I dissent from the majority opinion "even for the enthusiast, the carbon wheel is the future for every discipline of cycling" and write separately.

    My Jan sized ass is insupportable on even the finest of carbone wheels. While I might get away with it for a few hundred miles (!) the end result would be a crushed wheelset, and a crushed ego. All fine you you brave young cyclists and all, but I'm a traditionalist.

    Metal hoops, please.

  • @starclimber

    OH, and as to 'resonant frequency', way too sciency for @frank. Or @shitfaced.me, for that matter. It took me a solid 15 seconds to figure out to finish that last sentence with 'matter'. For that....uh. um...

    That is exactly how every article that the Keepers have seen fit to post here that I've written was done. Took me 5min to write these 2 sentences actually.

  • @eightzero

    I dissent from the majority opinion "even for the enthusiast, the carbon wheel is the future for every discipline of cycling" and write separately.

    My Jan sized ass is insupportable on even the finest of Carbone wheels. While I might get away with it for a few hundred miles (!) the end result would be a crushed wheelset, and a crushed ego. All fine you you brave young cyclists and all, but I'm a traditionalist.

    Metal hoops, please.

    Have you ever even tried a set? If you're running Shimano or SRAM, you can take my Reynolds offset tubs (on White Industry hubs, and TUFO tyres) for a spin at one of the Cogals. Then get back to us. I've met you, and you're not that big.

  • @Chris

    They looked amazing and I'm sure they were stunning to ride on the tarmac but between the Roubaixs and your disintegrating rear end you made a god awful racket on the pavé.

    I would have held your wheel if I hadn't have been terrified of being caught up in a blast zone of splintered carbon.

    I hope you've got someone local who can repair your FMB for you.

    That awful sound turned out to be the shim in my seat post, nothing sinister.

  • @Gianni

    Oh, I'za waitin', massuh, I'za waitin!

    I'za mosly awaitin' a cobbled skull-fuckin' in dee mornin'. This ain't gonna be pretty.

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