Before anything else, the good people behind the "Yehuda Moon" comic strip (it's hand-curated by a team of artisans somewhere in Ohio) would like you to know that today's the last day of the Kickstarter campaign for Volume 6:
It's a perfect holiday gift for the fuzzy-faced retrogrouch in your life, though I can't say for sure whether or not my favorite strip made the cut:
Just kidding, "Yehuda Moon" is family-friendly (unless your family is offended by humor pointing fun at retrogrouches), and I made the above strip myself as an excuse to look at pornographic comics.
Speaking of retrogrouches, they will no doubt be horrified to learn that Brooks is now making a crabon-railed saddle, and I've just begun noodling around on mine:
As shocking as this development is, the retrogrouches shouldn't get their beards all in knots, because I highly doubt Brooks are going to stop slaughtering cows for your cycling comfort anytime soon. This is merely their take on a modern racing saddle. In fact, I have it on good authority that Eric "The Chamferer" Murray's exact words to management were "I either keep cutting leather or I cut you, take your pick:"
So you're safe for the time being.
Anyway, here's the new C13 being held aloft by my hairy forearm:
And here's that same image inverted so you can read the nameplate:
Yikes. It makes me look like I have a creepy crabon hoof instead of a hand.
As for installation, I've never used a crabon-railed saddle before. Therefore, I checked the accompanying literature for instructions, but all I found was this whimsical brochure:
Thanks, real helpful.
I needn't have worried though, because only installation issue was deciding on which of my eleventy billion bicycles to put it on, and I ultimately chose this one:
My reasoning was A) It's supposed to be a racing saddle and this is the closest thing I've got to a race bike; and 2) This is the only bike I have that has crabon anywhere else on it.
Anyway, I've only got two (2) short rides on the C13 so far, and most of them were spent tweaking the saddle position (it's got different dimensions from the Cambium C17 which has become my default bendy-bar bike saddle), but I think I've got it now so I'll report back once I've spent sufficient ass time on it.
Meanwhile, if you like Kickstarter and you like British stuff, you'll love the Alpini Minivelo:
If you've ever longed for a bicycle with the clownish appearance and tiny wheels of a Brompton but without the ability to fold, this is clearly the bicycle for you:
Just make sure you always use a mini u-lock with it--and make sure when you do you carry the right key:
This is a story about bike theft that’s not really about bike theft at all.
It started yesterday morning when I saw a tweet showing a photo of two suspicious men waltzing calmly down East Burnside with a bike and pair of bolt-cutters.
BikePortland published the above story last Friday, and I sincerely enjoyed it, because it addressed the dangers of making assumptions about people. However, I was subsequently disappointed to find that something like half of the commenters missed the point of the story altogether and focussed entirely on trying to shame the author for not throwing away the cut u-lock:
“I just didn’t want to deal with it” speaks volumes. And already eight people who “like” your comment. Discouraging as heck. Kind of like the motorists who can’t be bothered to find a legal drop off spot and stop in the bike lane.
Discouraging indeed. Speaks volumes about the dangers of terminal smugness. It's sort of like looking at this picture and focussing on the lack of helme(n)t instead of the fact that THE KID'S ABOUT TO CHOKE TO DEATH:
Thanks to Klaus of Alpes and Andes for alerting me to that image, by the way. It is truly sublime, and I'm having a print made for my living room.
Lastly, via the Twitter, here's one of the greatest Fred videos you're likely to see this year:
Huge fenders might keep your backside clean, but they can't protect you from the shame.