Doing things the hard way is a luxury. It says to the world that we’ve beat evolution; intelligence is no match for technology and economy is no match for indulgence. We need only step a bit outside our bubble to realize the scale of the illusion, but nevertheless it has become reality for many of us who live our lives happily and fortunately in the middle and upper classes of the developed world where survival has nothing whatsoever to do with being the fittest.
One of the things that struck me within weeks of moving to the Pacific Northwest was the frequency with which people die here; not from disease (although Ebola can go fuck itself, pardon my francais) but from tucking into the wilderness for some weekend relaxation. The PNW has some of the world’s biggest cities, but most of it is untamed wilderness – including radical weather systems, cougars, rattlesnakes, bear, The Sasquatch, and possibly ManBearPig. This place will mess you up, son; your GPS or iPhone isn’t going to be your savior.
The first-hand experience of the realities of a system provides a more intimate learning tool than does the passive observation, although in an evolutionary sense the latter is the more effective method for the survival of a species; our ancestors learned to stay away from bees by watching the guy who drew the short straw poke at a hive and die from anaphylactic shock without needing to then poke at the hive themselves. Nevertheless the tangible nature of repercussions forges an indelible bond between action and result.
It is also interesting that complexity and abstraction are inversely bound; the more complex the system, the farther the user is removed from its operation. The simplicity of the friction downtube shifter is in sharp contrast to the complexity of an electronic drivetrain. My steel bike has friction downtube shifters, a fact that makes itself especially well known while climbing. To shift requires planning and skill; I have to find a part of the climb where I can be seated, unload the chain, and shift by feeling the chain as it slides across the block and listen for the telltale silence when the chain is securely seated back onto an adjacent cog. At that point, I’m committed to that gear until the climb grants me the next opportunity to shift. On Bike #1, I can shift under full load at my whim and without consequence. The artistry of shifting is lost, though I wouldn’t go back to downtube shifters on any bike I plan to ride seriously.
I love the contrast of evolution and tradition in the modern racing bicycle, with carbon tubulars being perhaps the most fitting contrast where the most modern technology is dependent on the oldest form of affixing a tire to a rim. Gluing on a set of tubular tires is no longer a necessary skill in our sport with good clinchers being readily available. Gluing tubs takes time and careful attention, two things that are in short supply in our modern society. But to glue on a set of tires brings you closer to the machine and from where our sport has progressed. To build a set of wheels does so even more, and I imagine building a frame by hand builds the ultimate bond to our history.
We live at a time when the things that are irrelevant to survival take on their own crucial importance; we return to tradition in order to remember where we came from so we may understand where we are going. Doing things the hard way is a beautiful way to remind ourselves of the history that built the luxuries we surround ourselves with.
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@Ken Ho
Well, on Ride London the first serious hill is at Newland's Corner. My LBS has a service stand there the two years it has been run. Judging by the number of trashed mechs they have apparently repaired both years then the answer may be surprisingly - Yes.
@Teocalli
That's mildly fucking depressing. I was contemplating this subject on the ride I just did, between posts. There was a small hill just before the turn-around that a mate and I have been known to have a wee race up. I found myself changing down gears while giving it the Standing V, possibly sneaking in some secret training (though I'm not admitting to that), and without any particular application of technique, the changes were seamless. OK, so I anticipated the gradient, and changed before I was mashing too hard, but otherwise, the mech just worked. Italian stuff has come a long way. The lights on a Ducati don't even go out half way around a corner any more. Mind you, my Record was set up by a German dude who knows his Campag and it's definitely the tits.
@Teocalli
The owner of my LBS was on the l'Étape du Tour 2014 this year, I quote from an article he blogged:
Full article: http://www.ratracecycles.com/2014/07/letape-du-tour-2014/
@conrad
It only happens once. And before it totally dies your FD shifts to the little ring and stays there. You have plenty of juice to get home using the RD from where ever you are. The real kick in the ass is when you leave home with your bike in the van and the battery on the charger in the garage. That only happens once too. And, that's fixed by using an internal down tube battery that's charged with USB connector to the junction box.
When you're ready to give up the down tube shifters and get a new bike, trust me, just skip the whole index shifting/STI lever thing and go straight to button mashing Di2. 11 speed. With hydraulic brakes. And carbon wheels. Cheers.
@frank
THIS! And if you really want to know if someone is a poser, or even worse, a Hater (someone that derides someone or something b/c secretly they want to be or do what the other is doing but they do not have the guts/ability to do it) then bring a kid into the scene. Kids can instinctively call out Bullshit soooo much better than any adult I have ever met.
And emotion and passion, when sincere, are just such beautiful things to behold. Wish I could bottle them up and drink them when I am lacking either.
@Gibson
A fellow VERMONTER!!! EXCELLENT!!! Do you live there permanently now? We should ride together sometime soon. I actually live in West Point, NY but I am from VT and visit often and will be moving back in 5.5 years forEVER. Email me at kbaldwin00@hotmail.com if you want to try to set something up in the future. I have an old steel Motorola Team Issue Eddy Merckx from 1995 with all period DA groupsan and Mavic wheels. Would love to toil over some back roads with you sometime!
@Buck Rogers
Alas, I'm an up-rooted Vermonter as well...live in NYC for the time being. My folks still live there (Jericho) and I usually make it up a few times a year. Vermont is great for riding - I was up there for a brevet in late September. I'd for sure be up for it if we can get it coordinated. gibson719@gmail.com.
Your Merckx sounds sweet with that setup - is that your primary ride? Mine is cut from the same cloth. I'm on a 1990 RB-1 with Superbe Pro and also Mavic wheels. It's (ahem) over-geared for real mountains - it hails from the days when a 42x26 was considered sufficient for hill climbing - but down here in NY it's just about ideal.
Thanks for the welcome guys, great site.
@frank
Ah, Suntour. I lament their passing as well. Even the S.P. is invisible to most cyclists these days - I suppose it just looks old to them - but every so often in a group ride, some wise and cagey veteran squints at the rear derailer and asks, "is that...Suntour?" and then their eyes move to the brakes, then the crank, then the DT shifters. I love those days.
@markb Thanks for posting that link to the Rat Race Blog, it's the best piece I've seen about the horror that was this years Etape. Rule#9 is of no consolation when you are colder than you have ever been on a bike but at least I got round with my bike intact, although my rims were fucked from all that wet braking.
I think there should be a rule that says 'though shalt own a bike with down tube shifters as part of your stable'