Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Choices & Voices

I watched the presidential debate last night, and though I don’t feel as though I learned anything, I don’t necessarily think it did me any harm either. Maybe a little shoulder pain from cringing, but I’m confident I haven’t suffered any lasting damage. At first I just didn’t understand how this exercise could be useful in any way. I mean if you don’t know who you’re going to vote for by now, there’s nothing either of these yutzes are going to say in this stilted, awkward forum that could possibly make any difference is there?

Would you buy a used nation state from either of these guys?

Maybe there is. After thinking about it for a while, it occurred to me that the real problem with the debates isn’t the more or less complete lack of useful information, or the obnoxious, condescending tone on these faces of our prospective leaders. It’s not that there’s too much show biz and not enough substance.  Au contraire!  It’s that there’s too much substance and not enough show biz. 

C’mon, today the average American would never be able to survive, much less stay awake for even a single Lincoln-Douglas debate; forget the seven 3-hour yak fests. We just couldn’t handle it. Our ADD addled brains, coursing as they are with a colloidal mélange of high fructose corn syrup and McCuisine are just no longer capable of concentrating on complex issues or analyzing long-term strategy any more. Hell, it’s a wonder we’re even able to get dressed, feed ourselves and get to our spirit-crushing cubes at our soul-destroying jobs each day, given what mindless automatons our electors seem to think we are, based on the way the talk to us. 

Debates are a quaint, 19th century idea that just doesn’t seem relevant in the digital age. If it wasn’t for the ability to be distracted by tweets during the debates, I doubt anyone under 40 would even bother. Just over half of us even rouse ourselves off the sofa long enough to vote. But it doesn’t have to be that way. We could jazz the whole thing up - make it appeal to contemporary sensibilities. It seems to me the electoral system ought to think about other ways Americans make choices and follow that model. I’m thinking reality TV, of course. You know, Survivor: Youngstown. So You Think You Don’t Suck. That sort of thing. Let people choose their representatives by texting their vote. Let Simon Cowell have some part in it. Could it really be much worse than it already is?

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Intercooperability

2002 Shimano Ultegra Brifters
I love my Shimano brifters. I have two sets, 105ST-R600 3/9 on my old aluminum Trek2000 and Ultegra6700 2/10 on my newer Madone. And when The Managing Partner went to buy a road bike, I strongly advised going with Ultegra (6600 era). I love having the ability to shift without removing my hands from the hoods. So I was really pissed when recently The Managing Partner’s shifters starting acting up. Hard to push up to the top chain ring. It happened on a century and the on-site mechanic did a little fiddling before declaring there was nothing he could do. 

A couple days later the bike was taken into the shop where the tech did some more fiddling which seems to have made at least a modest improvement. But he pointed out that Shimano shifters are basically designed to be disposable, unlike Campagnolo and SRAM; they basically can’t be overhauled or repaired. I was shocked to find when asked what it would cost to replace the errant shifter, that newer versions of Ultegra aren’t backward compatible either. The only option is to replace the Ultegra shifters with Tiagra or Sora. Tiagra! Either that or we have to replace the entire drive train. 

1986 Suntour Friction Shifters
Newer Ultegra shifters just aren’t backward compatible. Holy crap! Not repairable. Not interoperable. Not backward compatible. I understand Bic pens being disposable, but shifters are something akin to a durable good. I would think they ought to last a little longer than ten years before you are forced to just throw them away and replace them. Unfortunately, I suspect that modern manufacturers think of the entire bicycle in much the same way. 

As Grant Says… 

Grant Petersen is of the opinion that carbon forks are unsafe and that even a carbon frame becomes unsafe after ten years of exposure to light. And he’s not alone. Hmmm… My ’86 Fuji still has all the original low-end drive train parts, including the friction shifters, which still work just fine. And even today there are replacement parts being made by several companies (implying intercompatibility). Why have we come to accept bikes that cost more than cars but don’t last as long as a pair of sneakers? Grant would say it’s because we revere racers and buy the products they use rather than choosing sensible, practical, durable stuff that balances performance and value.

What’s weird is that I thought of Ultegra as the practical middle ground in shifters, providing all the benefits of modern design and technology without the likely touchiness of the elite level racing products. I guess I was wrong. 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

I oughta have my head examined


Cyclechic Ferrara
Today I want to talk about bicycle helmets. Brain buckets. Skid lids. Cranium catchers. This Sunday past I spent a bit of time riding around the neighborhood dialing in a newly installed pair of Gran Compe 610’s. I was basically just tooling around, stopping to adjust, tooling some more, etc. As the point was not explicitly to go for a ride and as my average speed was likely to be (and in fact was) not more than 10 miles per hour, I didn’t bother with my special clickity shoes and my special stretchy clothes and my special cranial protection.

I zigged and zagged through the neighborhood, wending my leisurely way through the restaurant district, stopping at the art supply store to pick up a paint pen (I’m planning on pinstriping the lugs on the Fuji) past the school where the farmers market sets up, and out past the neighborhood where the One Percenters live. The brakes were now perfectly adjusted, the bike was riding smoothly, the weather was fine, and I was in a great mood. Remembering that I had promised the Managing Partner that I’d do a few things around the house before day’s end, I decided to take the bike path home. Not my favorite way to get around, but it draws a straight line back to the neighborhood and provides a tunneled crossing of Wisconsin Avenue. 

So it was that I came to a stop by the Barnes & Noble, waiting to cross at the light behind the mommy with the stroller and the elderly ladies on their beach cruisers, when a guy on a MuurMart mountain bike crossing in the opposite direction decided to call out to me, “you ought to be wearing a helmet.” What a your-favorite-curse-word-here-wad. I have ridden thousands of miles per year for over a decade. I own several bikes and several helmets. I belong and contribute to several bicycle advocacy organizations. I have read every book about practical cycling penned in the last forty years. I download (and actually read!) lots of those wonky papers about transportation and actually write a blog that’s mostly about bikes and cycling. 

And this t-shirt wearing weekender is gonna tell me to wear a helmet! Feckin’ douche. And I’m sure he congratulated himself for conscientiously educating the guy on the “old fashioned” bike about the need to wear a helmet. I don’t mind that he wanted me to understand the value of bicycle safety. I mind that the dipsh*t feels comfortable playing the nanny without actually having the first idea about bicycle safety.

And Numbnuts’ attitude is quite common. Think about the last time you saw a headline about a cyclist getting run down by a car. Every such article is sure to note, “the cyclist was/wasn’t wearing a helmet.” What the hell does that have to do with the fact that a car ran down a cyclist? Does not wearing a helmet mean I deserve to be run down by a car? No, it does not. It is an irrelevant fact used to dismiss the rights of cyclists. Note that Nanny didn’t tell the mommy pushing the baby stroller across the street while juggling a cell phone and a Vanilla Frappumochaccino to wear a helmet. 

Many European cities have vastly higher modal share for bicycles, as the transportation weenies say, than anyplace in the US. And you will almost never see a single helmet in Amsterdam or Copenhagen. I’ve personally been to several Italian cities where the share of trips by bike hovers near 30%, and never saw a single helmet on any of the senior citizens riding their bikes. 


But surely, given the accepted dogma that helmets save lives, the streets of Ferrara and Lucca must be strewn with the corpses of the bici-victims, right? No. Why? Because Europeans are used to seeing bikes. They have invested in bicycling infrastructure and have made a concerted effort to get people out of the cars that destroy the quality of life in their cities and cause the deaths of thousands of people per year. In 2010, over 30,000 people died in the U.S. because of cars. In the same year 618 cyclists died. So who should be wearing helmets?

There is even reason to believe that forcing people to wear helmets discourages them from riding bikes at all. Places with mandatory helmet laws have notably low ridership levels. But if you don’t believe me perhaps you will believe the New York Times. And with the massive success of Washington, DC's Capital Bike Share and hopefully others like it in cities around the country, we should expect to see a lot more helmetless heads on our streets. And when we do maybe we'll realize that bicycling is a safe, healthy way to get around, not a life threatening activity for which we need body armor. And maybe we'll start designing our communities on a human scale instead of being beholden to the mighty automobile, and then start holding cars responsible for sharing the road with cyclists and pedestrians.

Well, anyway, I’m not going to change anything here. As far as I’m concerned, if you want to wear a helmet, great. Strap one on. I usually do. But if you see a grown up tax-paying citizen riding his bike around town without a helmet, why don’t you just keep your righteousness to yourself. Go ahead and feel superior. Just keep that warm feeling inside. It might just be the case that other people are able to make informed choices for themselves without the benefit of your superhuman concern for our well being. 

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