After gushing all around the Faggin (a phrase I by no means thought I’d sort) not too long ago, this previous Friday I ushered within the weekend astride the freshly-105ed Milwaukee, and wouldn’t you already know it, that bike felt implausible too:
To me, the attraction of the Milaukee is its staunch conservativism. It’s metal, but not ostentatiously so, because it has no lugs. It makes use of 32-spoke wheels and has no crabon, however it has a contemporary 11-speed drivetrain and a threadless steerer. It has a sloping prime tube, however it solely slopes a little bit bit. And it has medium-reach brakes–not the short-reach necklace clasps you discover on race bikes, and never the nice large long-reach barbecue tongs you discover on Rivendae. They’re simply large sufficient to permit a 30+mm tire or a pair of fenders, however nonetheless brief sufficient you would possibly mistake them for shorties at first look. Actually, until you simply hate highway bikes on precept there’s probably not something concerning the Milwaukee to offend your sensibilities, no matter they could be. If it have been human, it might simply make a residing modeling garments for the Hole, and I imply that in the absolute best method.
Then on Saturday morning I had some stuff to do in THE CAR THAT I OWN, and with the rain because of arrive at about mid-day I made a decision to take the ol’ AMPer together with me and make a cease at Cunningham Park, unquestionably the best singletrack west of the Cross Island Parkway:
And in addition probably the most lung-like in most likely the complete tri-state space:
[PDF. They’ve added lots more trails since this map was made, too.]
The sunshine, agile AMP was instantly at dwelling on the tight, twisty trails, although after years of using singlespeed mountain bikes after which the Jones with it’s single-ring clutch derailleur drivetrain I’d forgotten all about chain slap. Additionally, the hiss talked about within the Mountain Bike Motion assessment Paul included with the bike was extra obvious than it had been on my first trip:
“Arduous use causes the shock items to suck minute quantities of air previous the )-rings–not sufficient to trigger fading, simply an annoying hiss on large hits.”
It is because, like a New York Metropolis condominium, Cunningham packs a tons and much stuff into little or no area, and so each few ft you’ll discover one other “path characteristic” to get the bike’s joints working–and hissing.
In the direction of the top of that first trip on the AMP I’d additionally began having some points with the chain mysteriously leaping from the center ring onto the grandparent ring on climbs, which was odd because the drivetrain had been working reliably till then. Earlier than heading to Cunningham I’d lubed the chain and made positive the gears have been adjusted, however I quickly discovered that the issue was nonetheless there–and in reality it was pronounced sufficient that it appeared pointless to proceed the trip. Clearly I’d must resolve this, however to be able to totally unleash my idiocy upon the bike I’d want instruments and spare components and all that type of stuff, and so in the meanwhile I had no alternative however to return to the automotive.
Feeling acutely the consequences of velocipedus interruptus, as quickly as I received dwelling I exchanged the AMP for the Homer, intermittent rain be damned:
Upon reaching the village of Hastings-On-Hudson I discovered a protest underway:
I see no purpose to infect this weblog with politics; suffice it to say I believe we’re lucky to dwell in a rustic the place we get to decide on the president, and we’re additionally lucky to dwell in a rustic the place the individuals sad with that alternative we get to stroll round with indicators. Nonetheless, I do have an issue with this specific signal:
I imply that’s a tiny piece of cardboard, barely sufficient to air even a single grievance, so even when the quantity of fallacious does exceed its dimensions that in itself is woefully inadequate to convey a way of enormity. For that reason, the signal’s diminutive dimension fully undermines its level–until the grievance is actually that she doesn’t have sufficient carboard at dwelling and this little scrap is the most effective she might give you. However within the age of Amazon I discover this tough to consider. If something we’re residing in a Golden Age of Cardboard, and one can solely think about how way more highly effective the protests of the Sixties would have been if there had been this sheer abundance of extra packing materials.
Anyway, no matter could also be fallacious with the world, or with the AMP, or with anything, there wasn’t a single factor fallacious with the Homer. Even the rain couldn’t dampen my enthusiasm:
And no annoying hiss!
