Some people are supremely good at it, reducing complex situations into matters of simple black and white. This isn’t my particular area of expertise; I enjoy wading through the pools of ambiguity a bit too much to go about bludgeoning this beautiful world into absolutes. In fact, I would venture that delighting in nuance is part of what distinguishes La Vie Velominatus from the simple act of riding a bicycle.
I’ve spent the summer wrapping myself in the Rules handed down by the Apostle Museeuw during Keepers Tour 2012, with particular emphasis on Rule #90. Climbing Sur la Plaque is a cruel business, rising upwards under the crushing weight of physics as you fight to maintain your rhythm and momentum. At first, it’s a struggle to maintain speed on the smaller climbs as you learn how to change your pedaling action to compensate for changes in gradient. You focus on loading the pedals and forcing them around; the moment you lose the rhythm, gravity sinks her claws into your tires and tries to drag you back down the hill. On the other hand, if you maintain your cadence and power through the ramps, what is usually an intimidating slope will disappear under your wheels, making molehills of mountains.
If the Big Ring is a hammer, then not every climb is a nail. (I realize too late that referring to the road as a nail is sure to bring the Puncture Apocalypse on today’s ride.) The guns get more massive from the practice of Rule #90, but it comes at a hefty price: souplesse withers like a delicate flower as one seeks to conquer the art of mashing a huge gear. Indeed, one of the great pleasures in Cycling is to sense a certain fluidity of your stroke which belies the feeling of strength in your muscles as you continue to heap coals on the fire.
This requires an art altogether different from moving Sur la Plaque; it relies on turning the pedals at a higher cadence and shifting gear whenever the gradient changes. Rhythm holds court over everything else and is maintained at all costs. As the gradient steepens, the chain is slipped into the next smaller gear; as the gradient eases, it is droped back down. Not every climb suits this style of riding; the rear cluster must be matched perfectly to accomodate the changes in pitch such that maximum speed is maintained and the legs allowed to continue their relentless churn. When synchronized perfectly, it is the gateway to La Volupté; when not: disaster.
Such is the nuance of shifting gear, such is the nature of Cycling.
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@graham d.m. Changing back to 52/42 real soon (next week). I needed to take a 54 with the 44 that I wanted to try. The 54 feels like throwing up a shotgun. I started keeping a flat drawer with 3 to 4 sets ahead of myself (wear and tear).
@eightzero I was browsing the sites of custom framebuilders and found English Cycles in Oregon. They did a bike with Di2 where the battery is inside the seat tube (charging port exposed on the side) and the other connection is in the stem. It makes for a really clean bike without the usual messy rats nest of wires under the bars on Di2 bikes.
http://www.englishcycles.com/custombikes/custom-di2-road-bike/
In my flat as Cameron Diaz's chest countryside the hills ain't a challenge. That's why I really love them because they aren't too hard to conquer and on the other hand they give me lots of motivation after getting to the their top. I love flat routes. I hate flat Cameron Diaz. \/!
I'm still pissed about a misshift I had three years ago when going into the small ring. I never liked small ringing it before that and I surely hate it more afterwards. I'd much rather stand and power through a climb, if I can, than sit and spin.
Wow, that Buick is amazing!
When I watch old races I still pay particular attention to how/when the dudes shift with DT shifters. I'm intrigued by this since I've had very limited experience with them & am not skilled in removing my hands from the bars when things go up. I guess it was just a necessity at the time.
@eightzero
I bed that somewhere someone is thinking, "What if we used the output from the power meter to make automatic gear changes to keep a constant cadence (obviously within load parameters) with a manual override - bit like a flappy paddle auto box on a car?"
I mean the computer power is already there and could easily be incorporated in the available space on any bike set up to run electronic shifting.
Wish I had some engineering ability because it would sell like hotcakes to time trialists - no need to move even a finger out of that perfect aero position.
I've been going the other way, meditating on Breaking the Rules a bit more, finding love for La Petit Plaque. Having a natural inclination to grind, it took me a while, but then I got the special chain-breaker in the post that allowed me to separate my ego from my crankset.
In a fit of pure rebellion I fitted a 50/34 a while ago. I didn't notice much difference actually, though I find the torque curve of my legs goes well with it, and I like the slightly closer ratios. I change gear a lot less than I used to. I counted the teeth again the other day, not convinced that the rings were actually smaller.
THe new P3 has a 53 on it though, and I switch back and forth easily. The guns and the gradient determine the gear. I just obey.
@G'rilla
A custom bike with a sloping TT? No thank you.
@Cyclops
Amen. All of the passing moans and grunts of "I hate you" and "You make me sick" do indeed confirm that I am, at that point in time, appropriately dishing pain out on the rest of the pack.
@Ken Ho
If anyone else is going such a route, please let me know. I have a compact Campa Centaur crankset that I'm dying to swap out. Never liked it & I'd be more pissed at myself but at the time I was a serious goddamn neophyte and didn't even know what in the hell a compact was, thus, I'm stuck with the bastard for the time being.
@the Engine
I've been avoiding a group ride I used to do for about a year now. The majority of the folks on it are total duds. Can't see past their fucking power numbers to enjoy a nice bike or even riding one.
I went last week because I told myself I'd go to at least one this year and the season is winding down due to low light. One of the leading assholes decided we should start a rotating paceline. Okay, not a big deal. Then he starts yelling because his powermeter is telling him we're surging too much. Fucking jerk. I left coaches behind with college sports, dude. And this is just a group ride, not some team with rules. Calm down.
He'd snap up an auto-shifter in a second. I'm sticking with my V-Meter.