Wednesday, November 25, 2015

BFF for my BFFs

(tap tap)
(tap tap tap)
Is thing on?
Can you hear me?

That's my kankle.

The Black Friday Fun ride is still on. Historic info on this ride is here.

The plan: Leave the Scoop at 10 AM. It will end at my house. Where I"ll have beer and bourbon and maybe some food.

But Glen is hosting the ride. And if you've not seen Glen since the last BFF ride, then you're in for a surprise.

Photo by Phyllis Benish.

Check him out. Holy hell there's a dude that's killing it lately. Unless you follow CX stuff closely, you'd never know that he came in 2nd in the State CX Championship, Geezer Class, a couple weekends ago. I like to say "Geezer Class" because it's funny, but more precisely, it's Masters 50 Men's. That's a competitive pile of dudes. He won by being fast, but also by being Glen smart. It's a good story. He's promised to tell it during post-BFF drinks.

Also: if you are worried about keeping up with Glen on the BFF ride, you should. But he's handicapping himself by riding the Pugsley and hauling a saw. And if, you don't want to go on the BFF ride but you still want to hang for the bourbon beer part, you can do that too.

Also, while we're on the topic of tooting Glen's horn -- go buy the latest issue of Bicycle Quarterly. You'll note that the NFE is on the cover. Jan gives it a good review too.  The NFE stock project is going gang busters already. I'm thinking this review will make it more gang bustery.

Anyway: go on the BFF ride for those of us that can't. It's always one of my favorite rides every year. Traditionally, it's a ride that I like to do with a CX bike, but this year I was planning on taking my mountain bike. Fat bike works too.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Rat Trap Pass tires on the Elephant NFE and a CDA O'er nighter


I've been a big fan of 26" tires on road bikes ever since I first learned about the XO-1. It's just always made sense for the riding I like the most. The smaller wheel is inherently stronger than bigger sizes -- all other attributes being equal. The smaller wheel feels more maneuverable to me than larger wheels. I dig lots of volume. But until recently, there's really not been a great 559 tire. The Panaracer Pasala wire bead 26 x 1.75 was my favorite all rounder. When I migrated to 650b for most of my bikes, a primary catalyst for that migration was the availability of great supple tires -- mostly from Compass Tires, but Pacenti made a great "event" tire with his Paris-Moto. Once I rode excellent supple, lower-pressure tires, I put them on all my bikes. Even in 700c -- or maybe, especially in 700c -- these types of tires were game changers for me: perfectly "fast," but crazy-comfortable compared to other clincher alternatives.

A couple years ago, Compass Cycles introduced a 559 1.75" tire. I rode that tire a handful of times on Alex's Travel Gifford and liked it. Though, with a herringbone pattern and relatively stiffer casing than the beloved Hetre that has become my standard 650b tire, I was hard-pressed to really distinguish the riding characteristics of the Compass from the much cheaper (though impossible to find) Panaracer Pasala. I know I loved the bike and how it felt with those wheels though -- it's just so right...

Anyway, Jan at Compass Cycles has now created a new 559 tire that he calls an "Enduro Allroad" style tire. On paper it's listed as a 2.3" -- but in real life, mounted on 23mm rims, it's about 52. Click through that link there and read up on the tire. Sounds good to me. 

The Elephant NFE was designed for 650b wheels. Specifically, Glen optimized the "commute mode" for Hetres with fenders. (Disclaimer - I work for Glen. I'm not unbiased). If you do some math to figure the diameter of a 650b x 42mm tire, you get 668 mm diameter (584+42+42). Now compare that to a 26" x 52mm tire: 559+52+52 = 663. That's only a 5 mm difference. That's money. 

Since the NFE is a disc bike, the solution is easy. The hard part is getting your hands on the Rat Traps, since they're in production as I type this. I told Jan that I wanted to try his tires on the NFE -- figuring the description of Enduro Allroad bikes pretty much aligns with the design of the NFE, which boils down in this context to: a road bike that can take road doubles with fat tires. Jan consented to send me a pre-production pair and I was golden.

I borrowed some 559 disc wheels from Glen and rode the bike. I was smitten immediately. This is the bike I've been after for years. There is ridiculous volume in these tires. Paired with super supple casing and not too much pressure -- on the road, on the trail, on fire roads -- this is the tire for me. I built up a proper front wheel with a dyno hub and then mounted fenders. Done.

Here's the critical fender mounting shot. Otherwise, it's straight-forward. Glen builds the NFE with fenders in mind: the rear stays are placed equidistant from the rear axle and drilled with fender bosses. 

For front fender mounting, subsequent versions of the NFE will make fender mounting easier by adding a boss on the fork blade instead of relying on the eyelet that is under the disc mount. (Thanks Fred).  Fenders are Tanaka alloy 559x60.

I think I told Jan I'd give these tires back. I'm not sure I can do that.

Pat and I went on a quick overnighter at CDA National Forest. Pat did a quick write up on his blog. It was quick and generally had huge overhead given the relative time we spent on bikes, but it was one of the most inspiring things I've done this summer. Our quickie overnighter reminded me of how great and massively huge the CDA forest is and how chock-full of potential that huge space is for excellent exploring and fishing. And we can be there setting up basecamp in about 2 hours.  I am committed to making a spring long weekend there next June. This weekend it was super dry and the numerous streams, creeks, and river were pitifully low, but the potential... 

Anyway. I dropped my bike at Pat's the night before we left. He's super into packing and packing a lot, which as I've mentioned before in this space, is the best kind of riding/camping partner a guy can have. So when Pat wants my bike for the most efficient packing situation, I give it up. As I unloaded it I noticed the non-standard clamp-down solution that he had to create to accommodate my fenders and lo-riders. I made some glib comment like, "whoa, cool, looks like you had to create a new thingy for my NFE..." Pat was uncharacteristically curt in his reply, which included something about how fussy my bike was and that he actually had to get the welder out the night before and that yeah, he had to create a new thing. I think next time we do this, I'll put traditional lowriders on there before I drop it off -- see if we can get a suite of low-rider clamp-down options for the back of his truck. 

Since we're getting gear heavy here, the Swift bag is worth mentioning. For about 6 years, I've used the giant Swift Pelican bag as my front rack go-to bag. It's great. But it's too huge. Which of course means I have to fill it up. And it crowds my hands a bit. This bag is a review bag that we (Elephant) ship with review bikes to various cycling writers. I've not used it before. It's their Ozette Rando bag. It's the right size for NFE-inspired riding. Here, I have my fishing vest, tenkara rod, a couple apples, some cashews, binoculars, and bear spray onboard. 

Pat had a perfect little loop for us dialed in. It was a 15 mile loop up and over a mountain. The climb was my favorite type: just a steady grade for 5 or 6 miles. This is where I decompressed and resolved to make CDA a regular destination. 

The descent was knarly and I didn't take any pics. It was dry, dusty, and strewn with fist sized rocks, deep ruts and giant baby heads protruding out of the ground. The tires soaked it up crazy and with their volume -- I was never worried about pinch flats or busing up my wheels, but I did want a bit of tooth on some of the tighter corners. I think for wet riding of this knarly type, I may try some 559 Thunder Burts.

Post ride hang and beer in the dwindling North Fork CDA river.

You can get a feel for the water level by comparing the picture above to one from June 2010 and September 2010

I've done a fair amount of stream/creek fishing this summer -- in BC, in Ferry County, in Stevens County -- and while water levels are low and miserable all around, I've always got a bit of action. Even if that action is just a tiny little trout attempting to hit a fly. On this trip -- I got nothing: zip. I rode up and down the road from our campsite looking for potential pools and interesting river features. I found a couple, but there are no fish there right now. 

June baby. June. I'm going back.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Biking and fishing in Canada, eh?

First, there was the birthday pie. From the ages of about 8 to 43, I was a mud pie guy. This year and forever more, I shall be a rhubarb pie guy for birthday dessert. The observant reader will recognize this pie hauler as the SH-80.

We're not in Canada yet. This is Glen. Click for big and take a close look at that fork. Yep. That's a Ruby. Glen had to do all sorts of unnatural acts to make it work with that bike. The previous version of John would've taken at least one full blog post with many illustrative pics to walk you through it... there's a lot going on there. He's talking about riding that on the Midnight Century. My quick ride down east 16th ave (which is as rigorous as any MC washboard section) proved the utility of those forks to me. I wish there was such a thing as an ultralightweight, short travel road sus fork still. 

This is Liza in Canada. On the Slocan Valley River rail trail, which is an excellent family vacation plan for chill biking and river swimming. And fishing. Thanks to Stine for turning us on to this gem.

This is a standard swimming hole off the Slocan rail trail. Super rad. The Slocan River is fat, mostly deep, clear, and nice and cold. 

Dead Maddie float.

After day one of riding, we stayed in this excellent cabin in Winlaw. At the Karibu Park campground to be more precise. 

That's a happy kid. Ride for a bit. Swim. Eat. Repeat.

We're out of order here. This is day 2. This is Wilson Creek outside of New Denver, where I was skunked. We camped at Rosebery Provincial Park. 

This is later on Day 2 at Lyonel Creek somewhere up in BC. Pic by Maddie.

This is a brook trout from Coffee Creek. I woke up at 5:30 and hit this creek before the girls woke up. Lots of these dudes on a rager of a mountain creek.

See red print. Seems great in theory. But delivery was slow and portions were minuscule. I was really excited when I saw this at first.

Your basic pre-teen. In Trail BC

Oh. Back to Day 1. More swimming hole off of Slocan rail trail.

Happy Liza. Post swim. Back on the bikes for more flat landing.

Maddie and I chatted like crazy for miles. That may have been my favorite part. Well. Second favorite. Keep reading.

Figured out how to make the fill flash work here. Bam!

Slocan river trail is well-marked. These little signs point to food and lodging. In this case it was a ridiculous bakery. Ridiculous good. Too bad we'd just eaten or we'd have hit that much harder.

This is Maddie busting down the trail from the bakery. Most of the paths to the off-trail attractions were on these excellent little overgrown connectors. Light is on for safety.

Lemon Creek. Wait for it...

Big ass rainbow.

Here it is again. This was my favorite part of the trip. I did a lot of fishing and caught a lot of smallish brook trout, which I love. But catching this monster was excellent. 

Over-the-shoulder shot. Dig that trail!

Slocan Lake. Reminds me of SE Alaska. Click for big. Maddie can jump.

Liza. Good egg, her.

Friday, July 3, 2015

More bikefishing

I'm not the first to recognize the obvious peas-n-carrots relationship with biking and fishing. But over the last couple years, the fishing component add-on has been the primary hook (pa dum pum!) to keep me on a bike. Well. I commuted a bit, but that's more practical than fun. And mountain biking draws me out too. Generally, as evidenced by this blog: I've not been as spazzed about cycling over the last year or so. 

But I'm recognizing this fishing/cycling bond is really appealing to me. And in the last year I've started fly-fishing, which is a wonderfully complex and difficult thing to learn. Any seasoned blog reader (or mental health professional-- is there really any difference?) will observe that there's all the fixings here for some good old fashion obsessive behavior. You've got the skill building bit, the attraction of far-flung outdoor adventure, and of course.. the gear! If this isn't blog gold I don't know what is. Keep your expectations appropriately low and we'll see where it takes us.

First, we're here in Ferry County on the Kettle River. Liza is busting through our little river trail to my favorite local hole.

The Pugsley is an excellent short-haul forest fishing bike. With the bucket panniers it's a great work horse and hauler. One of the panniers has holes drilled in the bottom to drain goo -- the idea is to fill it with ice, field dress the fish, and keep them on ice. Still an idea at this point... but the holes have been drilled for a year!

That tiny person in the center is Liza doing yoga. On big rocks. The Kettle, like most local rivers is just too warm for the season and nothing is happening. I caught a couple trout last week, but that's it. There are some dead whitefish floating through the water. I assume that's a reaction to a too-unseasonably-hot June. I caught the trout with hoppers, which is the shorthand fly fishing lingo for "grasshopper." My buddy Mike says the genus is "terrestrials"  -- so to sound like a pro, you might stroll into a shop and talk about how you're looking for some terrestrial patterns because the rainbow are hitting the hoppers. Got it?

There's this little pond tucked away on the FDR Rec Area -- this is about 1.5 miles from our place up here. I've known its there for years, but it's a long walk through tall, usually swampy, grassland to get there. With the dry year, the swampy part has firmed up and the Pugs rolls over the clods and grass nicely. 

There may be fish in there, but I'm not skilled enough to get that fly out beyond the muck and there's only a couple places you can work from on the edges of the pond.

But this is where I think the future of my fun lies. For years, I've tooled around the roads up here in Colville National Forest. I've got a pretty good handle on a small wedge of this forest -- where the streams, mountain ranges, etc are -- and this bike is made for riding these roads. 

This is the lazy way to transport the rod -- and it's pretty much the best way to screw things up. One thing that real fly fishers don't care about is disassembling their rod and then restringing the whole thing multiple times a day. I'm super not into that, especially in a place like the South Fork Boulder Creek -- where I was yesterday. The scenario there is that you get into the creek area, which is generally pretty thick and not an easy approach, find your spot to fish, work it a bit, then hop back on the bike and go up the road until the next semi-exposed area, fish it, etc. This section of road/creek is about 2 miles, hence the "lazy transport" setup.

But how great is that? This is the fishing I've come to enjoy the most. There's tons of shade, the water is fast and cold. Every little pool has a couple of brook trout looking for action. They're tiny and fun to catch. If this isn't great, I don't know what is.

My sister took these last two shots. 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Some bike stuff

Cousin Livy rocking the Zebra bike.

BMX pegs. I wish the old cruiser we had up there could take these pegs, but it's a coaster brake hub and doesn't have the long axle.

Maddie rickshawing her buddy, Carmella.

Alex came up and we rode the Jungle Hill trail one day, then Hoodoo Canyon the next. Both were exceptionally great rides.

The Pugs fishing set up. I'm setting to ghost ride Maddie's bike back to the cabin here.

Wapaloosie Trail. We took this down off the Kettle Crest after riding up Jungle Hill.

More Wapaloosie. The views are insane up there. That's at about 5,000 feet.

I rode my magnificent Elephant -- which I need to ride more. Mountain biking is about the only kind of cycling that's getting me excited these days. Bit of a funk lately...

I took the Pugs up South Boulder Creek road and did some fly fishing -- I'm taking the Elephant NFE this weekend for much better range.

Alex reported that he likes the fat bike for river and forest riding, which is how my Pugs is employed, but he's not going to run off and buy one for the riding he does.

This was the Hoodoo Canyon ride. After the previous day of Jungle Hill and tons of climbing, we anticipated a relatively easier ride for Hoodoo Canyon. It wasn't as much climbing, but there was a lot. 

That's the Hoodoo trail overlooking Trout lake.

Maddie and I went on a short bike camping trip to Shaw Island, which is an excellent intro to bike camping trip.

The Shaw campground is just over 2 miles of easy riding from the ferry.

There's a bunch of dirt roads on the island to explore. We took a post-dinner ride and found the local school, museum, and library tucked into a little treed part of the island.

Hill climber.

Our plan was to go to Lopez and camp for two days after we stayed at Shaw. Maddie's cold, which had been percolating for a couple days prior to our departure went into full fever mode the first night. She woke up in the tent all hot and spacey. The next morning, she said she was feeling better and that we should continue to Lopez.

When we got to Lopez, we rode to Lopez Village (about 3 miles) and by then she had hit the wall with a monster headache. We rolled out a pad and she slept for a couple hours. We decided to head back to the ferry and ditch camping. That was a good choice. After death marching back to the ferry, she slept for another couple hours. This is very abnormal Maddie behavior.

But she still managed a smile as we boarded the ferry back to Anacortes.  Aside from her fever, the bike camping was a success and she wants to go back and do more.

Batch 2 Medium NFEs are going to ship tomorrow.

Out of order: Maddie and my campsite on Shaw.

The bikes. NFE and the X-R. We started with Maddie frontloading, but it was too sketchy at low speed, so she ended up putting her little panniers on the rear rack. Much better.

The old Swift Pelican bag came through -- with it's lined interior, it makes an excellent cooler. We made a run to the little store, filled it with ice and other good stuff and it held for a day.

Maddie sleeping off the fever in a field in Lopez Village.