Tag: Surly CrossCheck

March Madness

The weather finally took a turn for the better and I found myself riding 16 days in a row, mostly outdoors. I used the rides as a last attempt to get the CrossCheck set up to my liking. For eight months (since last July) I rode it only 108 miles, because my neck and upper back simply couldn’t tolerate it. I took measurements of The Mule, my trusty, fits-like-a-glove, steed, and tweaked the saddle position on the CrossCheck so that all the dimensions exactly matched The Mule. Or so I thought. I put the bikes side-by-side and noticed the handlebars on The Mule were rotated slightly backward but the bars on the CrossCheck were level. I rotated the CrossCheck’s bars. This seemed to help but the new position made it a bit awkward to squeeze the brake levers. I ordered a new stem in the hopes of fixing this issue. If it doesn’t work, I’ll surrender and donate the bike.

I shouldn’t complain after dealing with brutal winter weather, and riding indoors, for most of February. It was so warm the last couple of days that I could wear shorts and a t-shirt. Not having long pants and upper body layers makes a world of difference. Ahh. For a couple of days the thermometer broke 80 degrees F, setting back-to-back high temperature records. It was humid, too. So much so that Mrs. Rootchopper turned on the air conditioning at home. When I walked past the AC unit on my way into the house, I heard an unfamiliar SNAP! It turns out the cool air coming out of the vents in the house was recycled from the cooler days before the heat bump, the AC unit was not working. So, Mrs. R. called the AC repairman to check things out today. Then this happened…

Temperatures dropped 50 degrees since yesterday and we had an hour-long snowfall.

For some strange reason the repairman called to reschedule.

With the weather gone bung and dead legs, I spent most of my day in the basement shredding old tax documents. I have been meaning to do this for a long time. Lawyer Mike at Friday Coffee Club last week reminded me that any tax document older than seven years serves no purpose. My tax files went back, believe it or not, to 1979! I overheated my shredder multiple times.

The shredfest was one of the items on my To Do list for March. I have gotten into the habit of putting a monthly to do list on my phone. It helps if the items on the list are easy to do. For example, in February my do the income taxes task was broken down into download software, data entry, review return line by line, file return, calculate estimated taxes for 2026. I completed 15 of 16 tasks in February. March has 18 tasks. I’ve completed eight so far. I’ve started three others. I also add tasks as the need arises. (I generally don’t include recurring things on the list like Friday Coffee Club, lift weights, go for a bike ride.)

Baseball is back. I am enjoying the World Baseball Classic, a tournament of players from 16 countries. It’s what the All Star Game should be but isn’t. Opening day is about six weeks away.

I have not been reading about the Washington Nationals this spring because the Washington Post fired its sports reporters (and photographers and most of its other reporters). I loved shopping at small bookstores but many of my favorites closed because of competition from Jeff Bezos’ Amazon.com. So why not wreck another one of my favorite things, Mr. Bezos? So far this spring there have been zero articles about the Nationals and only one spring training box score. Basically, the Post is a little more than a conduit for the wire services. Sorry, Jeff, we’re cancelling our subscription.

I’ll finish with a note of thanks to reader and former Friday Coffee Clubber John Fisher. John moved to California and recently has been cleaning out his box of unused bike stuff. He found an old Light and Motion integrated headlight and taillight. He sent it to me out of the blue. What a super nice thing to do, John. As for the rest of you readers, you can surprise me with cold hard cash. On the advice of Lucy van Pelt, I take tens and twenties.

Going long for sunflowers

Two of the highlights of summer in the DC are the Lotus and Water Lily Festival at Kenilworth Aquatic Gardens and the sunflower blooms in the exurbs. I went to Kenilworth three times this summer. It’s a little over 20 miles from home. The only downside to going there is the fact that the flower ponds have no shade. The flowers are pretty but the heat and humidity are intense. No complaints from me though. Pick a lotus blossom and stare and your brain goes to a quiet place.

One problem with these two events is that they occur at nearly the same time. Fields of sunflowers can be found in many places but McKees-Beshers Wildlife Management Area in Maryland is pretty easy to access by bike. Easy, that is, if you don’t mind riding a long way.

The sunflower fields are a little over 40 miles from my house. What better way to see if I still got it. I haven’t ridden over 75 miles in a day in over a year. My tour fiasco this summer combined with my upcoming birthday (don’t ask) has eroded my self confidence.

I took The Mule to Bikes at Vienna the other day. It needed some serious TLC. Because of staff illnesses and the usual summer repair surge, they are backed up big time. No worries. I have other bikes.

Gulp.

Recently I have ridden Big Nellie, my Tour Easy recumbent. Recumbents are normally ideal for people with bad backs. Despite the fact that I have put 51,000 miles on this bike, I have lately been experiencing nerve pain after riding it.

That leaves me with Little Nellie, my wee Bike Friday, and the Tank, my Surly CrossCheck. The former is tough on my lower back on long rides. The latter has been such bad news for my neck that I have all but ignored the bike for three months.

No guts, no glory. I decided to ride The Tank. Three days ago, I took it for a 40-mile ride, an out and back affair on the paved Washington and Old Dominion trail. The trail from Vienna to Leesburg transitions from suburbs to towns to fields of data centers to somewhat wooded areas. Northern Virginia farms used to grow bites; now they grow bytes. I had 19 deer and two bunny sightings during my ride. When I finished my neck and back felt fine.

The next day I rode The Tank another 40 miles. This time I rode to Friday Coffee Club. After that I rode to northeast DC to scout out the parking situation for September’s 50 States Ride. (It’ll be my 16th. The posse is looking good!) After a stop at home, I did an errand run to the local pharmacy. Once again my back and neck felt fine afterward.

Yesterday, after sleeping only about three hours then procrastinating all morning, I took off for the sunflowers. I rode the Mount Vernon Trail to Georgetown where I picked up the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal towpath. After three miles I climbed up a steepish hill to MacArthur Boulevard. This road goes straight to Great Falls, Maryland with just one hill along the way.

In Great Falls I switched back to the towpath for about 13 miles. I saw egrets and herons and deer along the way. After crossing Seneca Creek I took an unpaved path through the woods to River Road. River Road is a hilly, two-lane road that is a favorite of speeding drivers. The hill west from Seneca Creek is steep and long, not the kind of thing The Tank is good at. We made it to the top after which I heard a creepy skidding noise behind me. An SUV driver had slammed on its brakes and slid on the glazed asphalt. A few seconds later he stomped on the gas and blew by me with engine groaning.

A couple of miles later I came to the parking lot for the sunflower field. (There are more than one but I’d already ridden 40 miles. No need to go further.) Having left my cane at home, I used The Tank as support for my short walk to the field. The flowers nearest the parking lot were short and dried out. I continued to the far side of the field along the electric fence which has been added since my last visit. I stopped when I saw what I came for. Peak bloom. Dang.

Time to head back. I retraced my route knowing that I had not eaten enough (just a few cookies) since breakfast. Despite being nearly flat, the towpath can be a grind. No gliding , just grinding. This is what the Tank was designed to do.

At Great Falls, I realized that I was flirting with a serious bonk. Time get serious. I switched back to MacArthur, thankful for the smooth asphalt. With about 20 miles to go, I switched back to the towpath for a few miles. This section of the towpath is the bumpiest part and my arms started to grow weary of absorbing the shock. The palms of my hands started to blister, the result of wearing five-year old gloves. Dumb.

The ride back on the MVT was business as usual. Arriving at home, you could put a fork in me. I was done.

Once again, my neck and back were fine. Go figure.

Today I did an easy 30-mile recovery ride. I only felt tired near the end.

I don’t know what I am happier about doing 81 miles, my first time over 80 miles in over a year, or riding The Tank without pain for the first time in two years.

Totally worth the effort.

The towpath. Not a bad way to get around.

A great blue heron waiting on dinner in the canal.

Widewater, a section of the canal 12 miles from Georgetown.

Winter (?) Work

It’s been a snowless winter so far here in the DC area. Temperatures have been warm-ish, with only a couple of days below freezing. I’ve been riding nearly every day which means that my legs think it’s April. My bikes are another story.

I have four bikes and every year I use the winter to get them fixed up. Bike shops are generally not as busy this time of year. Of course, if I had a shred of mechanical skill, I’d do the work myself but as Dirty Harry once said: a man’s got to know his limitations. Or, in other words, my best repair tool is my credit card.

I am fixing my bikes in the following order: Little Nellie, The Mule, the Crosscheck, and, maybe, Big Nellie.

Little Nellie is getting a makeover. The bike is in pretty good shape but I have never liked its drop handlebars. As I get older, I find that riding Little Nellie is really hard on my lower back. A contributing factor might be the long reach to the brake hoods. In any case, it has never felt comfortable, even after getting a shorter stem. Nearly every day I see a man of a certain age buzzing about on his Bike Friday. He has flat handlebars and seems to be quite comfortable. So, I decided to swap my drop bars for handlebars. I could have bought some run of the mill flat bars from a local bike shop but, unlike Bike Friday bars, they are not split in the middle for easy packing. I frequently stuff the bike in the trunk of my car and a single-piece straight bar might not work. Moreover, the bike is designed to be disassembled and put into a suitcase so having split bars would make this much easier.

I contacted Bike Friday to buy a set of handlebars from them but amazingly they blew me off. Their web site no longer has a shopping page. Since they are still selling bikes, they obviously must have bike parts but they wouldn’t sell me a handlebar. I got online and found a bike shop in the DC area that sells Bike Friday tandems so I called them. They had several split bars that I could check out. I drove about 50 miles and compared about six or seven bars. I originally had planned to use straight bars but the shop had set of H-bars, straight bars with vertical end bars. I bought them then brought the bike to Bikes at Vienna for the work.

After a few days, Daniel the mechanic at B@V called me to tell me that I need a new front wheel. The rim is original and has almost 23,000 miles on it so I am not surprised. Between the cost of the bar, the new wheel, new brake levers, cables, housings, and such the total cost of the conversion is about triple what I had planned on. I hope it works. It should be ready sometime this week.

When I pick up Little Nellie, I’ll drop off The Mule. The Mule needs a whole lot of work. The bar tape is shot. The front brake has a skipping action which I suspect means the wheel needs to be trued. I had some problems adjusting the tension on the rear break and may need to replace it. A few months ago I destroyed both fenders and will need new ones. I’ll probably replace the chain and cassette too. They still have some life left in them but changing them now means I won’t have to change them again until after the summer. Finally, the front derailer gave me trouble last summer. It may just be the nature of using aftermarket chainrings that have no ramps (which guide the chain during shifting) combined with shifting under stress. Anyway, it’s worth checking.

Once that is done, the CrossCheck goes in for service. Because I don’t tour on it, it gets a lot less stress than The Mule. Still it needs new wear items: bar tape, chain, and cassette. Maybe brake pads. It has a weird front rim that has a notch between the braking surface and the part that the spokes connect to. That notch eats brake pads. I’ll probably live with the rim since brake pads are cheaper than rims.

Big Nellie is down in the basement on the resistance trainer. It’s in pretty good shape. The shifting is a little sloppy but I can live with it as is. I’ll evaluate it once the weather gets warmer and I can take it for a long ride outdoors.

While all this work is being done my thoughts are turning to a summer tour. Stay tuned.