Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Street Bikes

I just returned from a very brief east coast blitz. I didn't get to dirt a dog a day while out there but I was obsessively checking the streets for cool early Mtbs. It's kind of funny how getting interested in these old production mountain bikes really makes looking at crappy bikes in the city so much more fun. Many of these bikes are obviously just commuters and delivery bikes. Now I catch myself really trying to see if crackheads are riding some old gem, because well, these bikes turn up all over the place. Anyway, I only saw two bikes of note; one in New York and one in DC. Apologies for the phone shots:

An 1986 Bianchi Grizzly ( a guess on date and model, but seems right)


By the looks of the parts on this Peugeot I'd guess 84/85 and it's either the Canyon or Orient Express model. I didn't do tons of research because I was just being lazy, but here's a link to some catalogs.
Same fork crown as my '84 Ridgerunner and similar lugged bullmoose bars like the ones that came on the 1983 Trek 830.


Saturday, September 24, 2011

First Fall Ride

Ok, there is no way I can sleep in past 9am anymore that's just it for me. It comes in handy for work and for drinking coffee in the morning before you probably. Today was the first real day of fall, yesterday was the equinox. I saw some sweet MTBs at a punk house in SF called the Cave last night, later hung out with 2 people I really like lamenting over old school non internet jukeboxes and earlier that evening watched the sun fogset from the Berkeley marina. Stayed up til 3am feeling generally giddy.

Woke up at nine and texted a couple dirt dogs ASAP to see if there would be some shred. It was foggy outside but I put on shorts anyway because I had a good feeling.
Mark Taylor is in Texas, shitty.

Hours later Brian gets back to me wanting to hit the hills. I am happy about this. I am happy for two reasons Brian still has the ability to sleep in which gives me faith and we were going to get up. While I had my dog out earlier I noticed that the leaves had literally started falling off the trees today. Uncanny how uncanny nature can be.

I empty my pockets and my mind and hop on the stumpy leaving the phone/camera behind with the hope that I can write an interesting blog post about this ride, the first ride of the fall.

On the way to Cole I run into Mark Nicola, just on his way back from his ride. I tell him my idea and he tells me to pay attention. Mark informed me that the ride would most likely be in the foghouse the whole time with slight chance of nice. I told him this would be in the report.

Get to Cole, hope the clouds break, drink a large iced coffee, and check out my most crushed out crush, after my second crush, after the oldest school sacred crush. Also there was a sick Kelly cross bike at the shop looking a little dusty. Rockridge who knew you could be so good?

Brian shows up and we try to create our own personal folklore patchwork knowledge of the trails from Grizzly Peak to the North (my ibuprophin) and Skyline Boulevard to the South (my prozac). Can you get to Tilden from Sibley in the dirt? I ate a pad thai that would cause cramping later, oh well it was good.

So we got a little jacked up on the the jack juice and proceed to our usual route up the hill a little quicker than normal. For the first time ever I noticed a plaque on the side of the road, turns out there used to be an old tunnel somewhere up in the hills named after a presidents last name that was used mostly for foot horse and 2 wheel traffic in its end days. There is a flag pole looking thing and a median. I did not see a tunnel anywhere. It smelled peaty and a goat bawed at me and Brian. To be honest it felt kind of like this: cushy british touring (good job to Brian on this one)

So we had decided that we could get to the Pinehurst entrance to Redwood from Sibley. We Went into Sibley into the shade structure and started consulting the maps and posing for pictures that a touring bus full of Swedish suntan lotion models wanted to take. Weird, but they don't have MTB there.

Almonds eaten trails were beaten. Brian dropped us down one of the funnest descents I've been on so far, basically whatever trail we were on was made for feeling amazing and bunny hops off nice little kickers seemingly every 50 feet or less. It was excellent and set the tone for me to try and get some hops of anything in the way for the rest of the day.

A little misunderstanding and the 5 to 7 minutes in heaven landed us at the bottom of a somewhat brutal dirt climb, but hey we were in a volcano. A lot of work payed off to the point of us getting to look off a steep cliff and see the "hippy thing" (sic. Brian) describing the very order and nature of human life as we know it. I overstep the fence hoping with all my might I can pee all the way onto the quarry's floor, but a wind disadvantage destroys my chances. At this point we realize we busted our butts to do a loop that ends with a portion of no bikes allowed trails. We poach and pray, dirt a dog a day.

Alright back on the road to Redwood saw some dogs and a creepy boyscout leader and continued through to Joaquin Miller. Admittedly I was excited to hit the usual kicker trail, but we were feeling exploratory so we took a different route which led us to the top of Cinderella. This was practically a dream come true for me, I have not been able to find this one and was ready to ride it down. I'll tell you what Cindy is crazy, she is chewed up steep burmy burly rocky confusing pitted rutted rooty and rude. Only a couple of places were unfriendly to rolling descent, but I had to admit this trail would be fun with springs, still a great find today.

We got to the bottom went by an old building thing looked heavily squattable and saw some poets on the bridge, continued down Sinawak which starts off in a dreamy Endor speeder style flight feel and ends up kind of sketchy rear wheel is sliding wherever it wants to feeling, especially today with fallen leaves covering up the dusty rutted trail.

We end up looking at SF in the distance in close proximity to a burrito in a town where all the beautiful people smell good.

I LOVE THE BAY

First MTB Ride of the Fall Pictorial Version


J1 and I headed up into the hills today for the first ride of the fall season. We decided to try a slightly different route this time, thinking we could piece together some unfamiliar bits of trail.

We started out by wisely consulting a map at Sibley trail head.



The goal was Round Top Trail, and along the way we fabricated some high speed downhill shredding for posterity.



The weather up in the hills was definitely fall-like. We spent a lot of the day chasing the fog.




We stopped to check out a graffiti party cabin deep in the woods, after slipping and sliding down a trail of extreme gnarlitude called Cinderella. It was back up that way.



Fallen autumn leaves made some of the rutted-out downhills an especially slippery ride. Shredding them was no problem, however.


Exit to hillside suburbia, and down to burritoville.







Thursday, September 22, 2011

i think this is a ritchie commando!






dopeness

the MB 1 and Stump



before and after coffee shots, check the pic files
we rode Redwood and Joaquin Miller.

VOLDOMORT PEAK EAST BAY GIANTS




hi this was an amazing ride up to Vollmer Peak (elevation 1909 ft.) with my good buddy Mark Taylor. The Diamondback and the Stumpjumper made it up (mark on his pedals, me doing the hiking biking thing) before shredding the gnar down into Berkeley. Such a sweet view my pics do not do the justice. At least a 7 bridge view. A+. Diablo mocks in the distance. We drank watermellon beer. And oh yeah, you can see san fransisco the other way.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Bianchi Project 5




i heard this might be a 9r

another 5000

Ascent On Big Trees!






love this

Stump-Truck

js in sf sj hauld mah gear
wheelie machine

Neat Old Bike Nashbar






found in the treasure chest of UCB
cunningham style roller cam brake
BULLMOOOOOOOSE!
ugh 1 fore sale in MA for 35$ right now

Miyata City Rudder?




not that cool actually but just getting it out there

skykomish


i miss you big red wherever you are,
i was a fool to let you walk out the door

rack full of stumpies

Monday, September 12, 2011

Jon's Beast of the East, and something else

I'm gonna start with the something else because I loaded the pics in the wrong order in Blogger and, well, I'm not smart enough to easily flip them around. This hulk is an 1987 Trek 8000; a bonded aluminum frame I just found on the side of the road. It's not a special bike really, but I wanted to post pics because when I went looking around for pics of the bike on the web, there were none. There are some unique features.

Pretty ugly. I'm going to build it up as my commuter, and ditch my commuter roadie.
strange clamp on this bad boy
Deore crank and Biopace rings. I'm always surprised at how well the sticker stays on. Stuck there for 24 years and counting.
U brake
Interesting chunky dropout and stays
horse shoe
Dirt drop stem
Cool deore thumbies
Nuff said

Recently Jon and I were fooling around with junk that was in the shop and decided to make a janky 9er bike. This was so much fun to build! Here she is:

90's Fisher frame had a BLOWN fork originally, which inspired the 29er build. Koski Stem, easton seat post, wrecked Concor saddle, LX hubs, old DX front brake. Other parts listed below.
Sorry sideways, but here you can see we added the Surly fork with soooo much clearance.
Oury grips, Shimano DX 7spd shifter on a pod mount.
Old Deore singled triple crank and the bear traps form the Berry.
Jon had the bike set up as a single speed for one week and we used this old Sante rear der. as the tensioner. When we got the geared wheelset (also found in a trash pile!) we just kept the Sante. It works pretty well too, which is surprising given the super short cage.
Here's the jankiest part. The frame of course was made for 26" rims. Jon fond this brake with a lot of clearance and mounted it on the Brake bridge/stiffener. The tire is so close!
We rode Redwood and Jouquin Miller and Jon said it was sweet, we'll see if it holds up.