Enroute to Mount Saint Helens on the V to V Cogal

A death is a painful thing to experience. Particularly, I imagine, for the one doing the dying. For those left behind, it takes time to mourn and come to grips with the change; it is an unpleasant process, but such is the way of things.

The crack in the chainstay of my beloved Cervelo R3 had been weighing on my mind ever since I discovered its existence while cleaning my bike in Hawaii. Assuming the crack was superficial, I continued to ride the machine and took it with me to Belgium to rattle along over the cobblestones during Keepers Tour. It was during this trip that Andrew, a carbon fiber engineer for B’Twin, pointed out that the crack was not superficial and in fact quite serious.

I continued to ride it, and slowly made peace with the fact that my favorite-ever road bike was destined for retirement. Denial turned into anger, anger turned into grief, grief into acceptance, and acceptance into glorious Rule #12 obsession, deliberation, and contemplation. Still, my final ride on my trusted friend was bittersweet; I was on great form that day, and together we turned mountains into hills and carved the many curves as we rode along the seaside in the somber knowledge that this would be our last day out together.

I contacted the shop where I bought it and had them reach out to Cervelo for a warranty replacement, but even if they warrantied the frame, I wouldn’t want one on account of the tall head tube they’ve adopted on their large frames. I’m very picky about my position, and loved the ride and fit of my R3, so I was left with a conundrum as to what bike to get as my new #1. Then Mark, the owner of Veloforma, pointed out that he’d designed his Strada iR based on the R5ca, along with several improvements to the design. And he could do it in a custom Velominati paint scheme. Sold to the obsessive-compulsive Dutchman in the back! (That makes two Veloformas bought in the span of a few months, the VMH pointed out when I delivered the news.)

As much as I loved my R3 for its ride quality and fit, I have never been crazy about the 73 degree head tube angle. You wouldn’t think a half degree would have much effect, but the Strada’s head tube is relaxed just a hair to 72.5 degrees, and it really smooths out the handling compared to the the Cervelo. Aside from that, the dimensions are similar enough to my Cervelo that the first ride on the new steed felt like a reunion with my lost friend.

This thing is embarrassingly light at 6.3 kilos. For a 61cm. The head tube is nice and short at 19.5cm so I can get as low as I need to but tall enough that I still get to slam my stem. I also got a new carbon Pro Vibe stem whose paint job accidentally matches the markings on the frame’s custom Velominati paint job. It is almost too glorious for my tiny little brain to handle. Also, the front derailleur hanger is mounted at a slight angle which brings the derailleur cage in perfect alignment with the chain rings, which results in lightning-quick front shifting. Its little things like that which really impress me about Mark’s attention to detail when designing the bikes. Now that I think of it, both my Veloformas have the best front shifting performance of any bikes I’ve owned. Finally, the internally routed cables makes it astoundingly quiet; the lack of rattling cables makes this machine the high water mark in my quest for the Principle of Silence. And that paint job, oh that paint job.

I haven’t ridden the Strada a whole lot, but I did the V to V Cogal on it which consisted of two long days in the saddle and featured a lengthy session with my old friend, the Man with the Hammer. I’m happy to report that she climbs and descends like a monster. The bike has the road feel of my R3, but is more responsive with a stiffer BB and steering column. But the relaxed head tube makes it handle like a Merckx; the descent off Mount Saint Helens had some seriously sketchy tarmac in places and her handling probably gave me too much confidence in light of my Schleckian descending skills.

What started as heartbreak ended in a love affair. Funny how that works out some times.

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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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  • @Teocalli

    No it was definitely his Willy he had hold of, I was there.  What happened next is unprintable but involved a straight bat (well oiled of course) and a couple of gogglies. Am I right in thinking Gooch's ball ended up in Silly mid off with an early bath for all concerned?  Rub-a-dub-dub :)

  • @Marcus

    @minion your obsession with my height (or lack thereof) is getting weird. Since we havent met, i can only guess you must somehow be imagining me to work out my height.

    That's the weird bit.

    Well, when I do try to imagine what you're like, it's more this

    Than

  • How did this discussion of Frank's new bike devolve into cricket and Brad Pitt?  What the fuck?  Someone post an Assos girl or comment on Frank's seatpost length to get this thing back on track.

  • @ChrisO

    Here it is - excerpted from Down Under (which I also think is a pretty good description of Australia).

    http://www.wandererscricket.com/Yank_view.html

    That made me laugh out loud. Classic Bryson. Thank you.  I don't know a damn thing more about cricket, but I know now that there's a town in Australia called Tittybong. Which makes the morning that much better.

  • Bill Bryson's road trip around America after he returns from many years in the UK  is priceless. "How you laak Miss Hippy?" he gets asked by a cop in a southern state. He has no idea how to reply as he has Iowa license plates and the cop has a big gun.

  • @wiscot

    Bill Bryson's road trip around America after he returns from many years in the UK is priceless. "How you laak Miss Hippy?" he gets asked by a cop in a southern state. He has no idea how to reply as he has Iowa license plates and the cop has a big gun.

    Fantastic book, that story reminds me of a friend from New Mexico, who, while traveling through Alabama, was told by a cop, "I don't care if you are from New Mexico or Old Mexico, I'm going to need to see a passport.".

  • @PeakInTwoYears

    @ChrisO

    Here it is - excerpted from Down Under (which I also think is a pretty good description of Australia).

    http://www.wandererscricket.com/Yank_view.html

    That made me laugh out loud. Classic Bryson. Thank you. I don't know a damn thing more about cricket, but I know now that there's a town in Australia called Tittybong. Which makes the morning that much better.

    Oh, thanks. I really needed this. Laughing so hard my coworkers are wondering WTF is up with me.

  • @razmaspaz

    @wiscot

    Bill Bryson's road trip around America after he returns from many years in the UK is priceless. "How you laak Miss Hippy?" he gets asked by a cop in a southern state. He has no idea how to reply as he has Iowa license plates and the cop has a big gun.

    Fantastic book, that story reminds me of a friend from New Mexico, who, while traveling through Alabama, was told by a cop, "I don't care if you are from New Mexico or Old Mexico, I'm going to need to see a passport.".

    Apparently, that's why it says New Mexico USA on the license plates - so folks knew it is in the US. I think it was added after the 84 Olympics when people calling for tickets from NM were told they had to use the international number, not the domestic one. Might be an apocryphal story, but sounds plausible.

  • @wiscot

    I was travelling from Vail to Denver a few years back by taxi/limo (inexpensive one!) and the driver asks where we were from "UK" says we after a bit of chat he pauses then says "UK gee, now is that over the Atlantic or Pacific" .........

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