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I’ve had a few people ask me about my other winter commuting bike, the Simpsons Sears Road bike. I rescued this bike from the dumpster at the end of summer. Old bikes have a funny habit of following me home. What first caught me was the hunter green metallic frame sparkling from the edge of the garbage bin. Why would anybody toss a perfectly good bike into the trash? Sure the tires may have been flat, the rims a little rusty, but hey, with a little TLC someone would be able to ride this steel frame around town again.
Well, it turns out that someone was me. After a change in job sites, I no longer had a secure place to park my Norco Charger whilst at work, and there was no way I was going to leave it on the street all day long in this part of town. So I decided to fix up the Simpsons Sears road bike. I wouldn’t be too heartbroken if this bike got jacked. Easy come easy go right?
The fist thing I changed was the handle bars. The were drops bars originally, but way to narrow for me. I figured the earth tone bar tape would go nice with the green frame. New brake pads, cables and housings were next on the list. The original “cherry” brake pads were rock hard, and did little to stop the bike. If your a commuter like me you’ll find that brakes are probably more important that round wheels in traffic.
The frame is a little small for me, so I swapped in a longer adjustable Zoom stem, and setback seat post that I had laying around. This gave me the extra cockpit room I needed to make the bike comfortable enough to ride. Bike fitters please hold your tongue!
Of course what commuter would be complete with out a rack for panniers and fenders? I salvaged an Axiom bike rack from another donor bike and screwed on 5 pattern LED tail light. Right now the bike is sporting the most uncomfortable saddle known to man, an OEM Norco special, where the outside plastic ridges ensure that you stand up and pedal more than you sit. It’s the next thing to go when a suitable replacement floats my way.
Amazingly enough, the Simpsons Sears bike is loaded with a vintage Shimano groupset. The venerable Shimano Eagle rear derailleur probably still shifts as smoothly as the day it was made. I love the solid steel bash guard on this derailleur, and it will probably take it’s share of knocks as I’m locking the bike up or laying it down. You don’t see that kind of thoughtfulness on the new Dura Ace stuff, that’s for sure.
There is something so satisfying about downtube shifters. I don’t know what it is, the clunk you hear when you drop a gear, the less than practical positioning, or maybe it’s just the retro styling. Either way, no shifter adjustment has been necessary so far. I should probably change out the cables, but it shifts so smooth and accurately now, I just don’t want to change a thing.
The Shimano Thunderbird front derailleur still works like a charm to change between the double chainrings. I’ve had to replace one of the cotter pins on the cranks however. I think the threads were stripped on the nut end, and the crank would soon loosen up on the ride to work, even after giving the pin a good whack with a hammer. The 165mm cranks are taking some getting used to compare to the 175mm on my other bikes. It doesn’t sound like much of a difference, but is seems harder to get on top of the gear, as you can’t get the same torque to the drive train.
The week spot of this bike is the side pull caliper brakes. When the rims are wet or I’m riding through snow, there is very little stopping power regardless of how hard you squeeze the levers. It seems as thought the brake arms are flexing when you grab the levers. I’m going to have to look for something a little more sturdy. We are really spoiled with disc and cantilever brakes these days.
For winter commuting, I replaced the original slick tires with some 27″x 1 1/4″ Tioga Bloodhounds. I wish I could afford two pairs of studded tires, but we do with what we have right? These tires give pretty good traction on the winter roads as the rubber compound seems to be a little softer, even in subzero temperatures.
Everyone needs a spare hobby bike to play with. You never know when they will come in handy, whether it’s a run to the grocery store, or you just want to go for ride with a friend who doesn’t own a bike. So if you ever see a bike in disrepair in the dumpster, why not save a bike and make a new friend? No bike should ever be laid to rest in the landfill.
It seems as though we are back to normal January Winnipeg weather. The deep freeze. It’s seems that the wind chill always hovers around -33 C no matter what the temperature is.
The roads really haven’t gotten much better since yesterday. The bus/bike lanes are in rough shape as the snow really seems to accumulate in between parked cars, and and when the cars leave, there is a treacherous black ice and snow debacle that you have to ride through.
I did my best to stay out of those lanes today. It’s a good thing I did. The chain broke on me today, just as I was standing to pedal. My foot slipped, and I fell right to the pavement. It felt like a pretty good rolling dismount in my opinion, but I’m sure bystanders wouldn’t agree. I grabbed my bike and scrambled off the road. I tore a small hole in my jacket but did worse to my pride, otherwise I was fine.
I surprised myself and managed to get the chain back together in less than five minutes with my Crank Brothers M17. I do love that chain tool/spoke wrench on this thing. It works like a charm every time. It truly is another story to fix a chain while winter cycling. Time is crucial during any repair made in the cold. You move with Pitt crew precision, until your hands freeze.
I’ve been taking the Simpson Sears bike to work lately. I guess it was just an old chain. I really have no idea how old it could really be. How man kilometers had it driven this antique? Anyhow, from now on I will be gentle with that bike. At least until a new drive train comes my way.
I’ve had a hand full of chains break during my life time, and it’s always scary. Sometimes the chain justs breaks during a shift, or when your coasting, but the worst time for it to snap is when your hammering in traffic. Pain is going to be on the menu. Breaking a chain is like loosing a pedal. You go crashing to the ground, or worse, the top tube. Then you pray that motorists don’t run you over.
I was lucky to get to work on time, and even luckier that the chain didn’t break at a more dangerous part of my commute. I’m going to try not to think about that right now…
We just had a blizzard rip through Winnipeg dumping 2 feet of snow and producing 80km per hour winds. Winnpegers just seemed to carry on with there normal day to day affairs despite the inconvenience of the raging snow storm. I passed a number of elderly blue haired ladies seated in the bus windows, surely on their way to the salon?
With the city scrambling to keep up with the snow removal, the side roads and B-routes were snowed in. Too icy and rutted even for those with the greatest of death wishes. The sidewalks were also unplowed and this made commuting by winter bike improbable, but not impossible… I did see one brave courier locking up outside Trizak building. That’s a lot of hike-a-bike buddy.
Today the main arteries are finally clear enough to balance on two wheels, so I decided to take the straight bomb downtown in stead of the scenic route. Traffic for the most part was courteous and predictable for such fowl weather, and I was able to take the lane the whole way in without a single honk. The road conditions were slippery with odd bit of mashed potatoes and sand.
I had to take the beater bike as I no longer have an indoor space for a bike at work. I’m too afraid of leaving my good bike on the street in downtown Winnipeg all day. If a thief doesn’t get it the plow will. It’s Simpson Sears road bike with down tube shifters, 27″ nobbies, circa 1970? It was 10 speeds of pure fun on the roads today, but she got me there in one piece.
On a positive note, I could really notice the days getting longer again. The sun was shining strong, I could feel spring coming, just around the corner right…
I spent this last week end at Lake Of the Woods tearing up a private single track on an Island. For those who haven’t been out this way, LOTW is one of the largest lakes in Canada second only to the Canadian Great Lakes. The scenery is truly unbelievable and will leave you feeling like you are traveling through an undisturbed prehistoric landscape.
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You have to ride with some reserve back here. Even though you can pedal into top gear in some portion of the trail, you have to remember. One endo and you could easily disoriented, in some spots it looks the same in every direction. There is plenty of technical stuff, lot’s of high speed slalom that is reminiscent of the speeder chase scenes on the moon of Endor. Oh and course enough torquey low speed climbing to make your head pop!
Sometimes you have to take the easy line rather than turn back and start to session some skinny log or monster cliff drop, after all the nearest hospital is a forty minutes away by boat, and that’s if the wolves don’t find you first. Seriously…
From LOTW |
There was all forms of scat on the trail. That bone fragment was about the size of my thumb and surrounded by deer fur?, I’m told it’s from timber wolves. A neighbor on the island has captured them on a wildlife camera, but he claims you will never ever see one in person. It seems the wildlife use these trails to get around the forest too, and why not, I’m sure they could crank out some serious speed on the well groomed single track portions. I have had near a collision with a doe on this trail already.
It was strange to go through the different types of forest on this trail. Some times you were in a poplar scrub with a dense underbrush, other times in a forest of Red Jack Pines with their limbs forming a canopy countless feet above. At one point you enter a pocket of old cedars dubbed the Cedar bog.
The Cedar Bog lies below a large stone ridge carved by glaciers during the last ice ages.
Everything is covered in a thick layer of moss and pine needles, making nearly every climb a lesson in traction.
A small crystal clear creek flows down the ravine, draining all the rain water from the surrounding area into the bog. The cedars must love all that moisture as you don’t see many anywhere else on the island.
It’s not a “North Shore” caliber stunt, but this wooden bridge doesn’t detract from the the natural beauty either.
This is truly a magical place, the photo proves it. Is that a pixie flying home? This un-touched picture was just a fluke but it turned out quite interesting.
Next time i’m out , i will take more pictures of the trail. I hope that by then i will have the replacement batteries for my GPS. (AAA just don’t compare to the Lithium brick) and i’ll be able to post some numbers.