A customer question about the Grasshopper fx “Air”:
On Fri, Sep 29, 2017 at 12:32 PM, G— F— wrote:
I visited you about 2 years ago looking for a foldable bent….
…I am interested in your Grasshopper FX Air. What are the dimensions of the suitcase? In other words, is it standard, within the
62 inch regulation for air travel?
Great to hear from you. Yes, I remember you and have my notes from our conversations. And yes, I’ve kept working at this issue of the “travel recumbent.”
The Grasshopper fx Air is a really cool solution.
The suitcase has a linear measurement of 76″.
For some airlines that is below the maximum, for others that is oversize. It depends. Airlines vary in their maximum weight and linear measurements and those maximums may be trumped by their rules concerning bicycles. Also, the desk clerks seem to have leeway for deciding what is okay.
On four occasions, I’ve used the suitcase to take both a Grasshopper fx and a Cruzbike Quest on planes.
First time: on Delta Airlines
No problems and no extra charges. At baggage check-in, the clerk remarked that it looked large but accepted it. As per Delta regulations, bag was underweight but oversize.
Second time: on Delta
Size was judged fine, but the suitcase with bike inside were overweight. I had made the mistake of packing too many additional items inside the suitcase (items like bicycle shoes, tent, sleeping bag, tools, helmet, etc.)
They said they were going to have to charge me for an overweight bag. After I told them it had a bike inside, they asked to see it and then charged me the (lower) cost for sporting goods/bicycle but not for being oversize or overweight.
Third: Norwegian Air
NO Air has a higher maximum size and weight for sporting goods/bikes. They asked to see that it was a bike. I paid no extra charges even though the net weight was over the maximum.
It Ain’t Over Till You Catch the Ferry: Bremangerlandet
This is one of my favorite stories from my trip. It neatly captures how enjoyable the landscape could be along the east coast of Norway, in the region north of Bergen, but how there always seemed to be an unimaginable bicycling challenge just when I began to relax.
Late one afternoon I got off the ferry on the gorgeous island of Bremangerlandet. As it began, the road was relatively flat and passed through some eye-catching rocky marshland. The weather was good with a slight tailwind. I had already decided to push it late that day and cover as much distance as possible before dark. I wanted to cross to the other side of the island and catch the ferry to the town of Måløy after which I hoped to find a secluded place along the route to pitch my tent.
It was only 14 miles across the island to the next ferry and I felt strong, so I was confident about the day’s plan. Other than a few pauses for photos of the scenery, I rode at a good clip, slowing down for only one or two of the typical, short, 22%-grade(!) Norwegian hills.
Soon, I reached the crossroads for the main settlement on the island, Bremanger. Grocery stores generally close around 5pm and this would probably be the best chance for me to get fresh food for the next two to three meals. I like my salad greens. I also wanted to see a bit more of this quaint and attractive island. So, I decided to ride off the main road to look for a grocery, use the bathroom, refill my water bladder, etc.
The town’s grocery store ended up being three miles off the main road (with the wind) which added six miles to my route. Still, I got my dinner, breakfast and snacks, and used the bathroom and refilled my water bladder. So, I was happy.
As the owner was locking up the store (I had guessed right about the early closure) I asked if she happened to know the ferry schedule. She didn’t but, without hesitating, she called her husband who, in turn, looked it up. I was pleased to hear that the ferry departed every two hours and the next one was in an hour and a half at 7pm. I thought I had plenty of time to eat dinner; ride the 10 miles (mostly with the wind); catch the ferry; and find a place to sleep before dark.
I sat down at a picnic table outside the now-closed grocery and enjoyed the view and my salad, crackers, salami, cheese and cookies. I was looking at the map to identify the telltale signs of areas that were likely to have good options for wild camping: small roads far from towns. There was nothing promising on either Bremangerlandet or, for quite some distance, on the next. That created a concern. Ferries were running till late at night so I’d have no trouble getting onto the next island. However, if I missed the next ferry, the two hours of waiting for the following one could leave me searching for a camping spot in the dark in an area where it looked like that’d be difficult even in the daylight.
I decided to pack up my half-eaten dinner, catch the ferry, and then eat at the next natural pause – while waiting for the ferry, or on the ferry, or after crossing to the next island. With an hour to spare, I headed out, looking forward to the slight tail wind once I was back on the relatively flat main road. The three miles of headwind on the return to the main road slowed me, but I felt good and decided to ride full-out to the ferry to make sure I caught it.
I made good time until I hit mile 17. With only three miles to go, I found myself on a steep incline I hadn’t anticipated. With 30 minutes before the ferry left, the remaining three miles would normally present no problem, but now I was riding in my lowest gear, at about 3 mph. I couldn’t believe it. I might miss the ferry!
After inputting this particular route into Ride with GPS, I learned that the pass I hit, with only 3 miles to go, gained 553’ over 1.2 miles with grades up to 25%. The other side consisted of a steep 477’ drop over half a mile with a moment at a -29% grade, then a short steep climb of 130’ over a tenth of a mile, before plunging through hairpin turns to the ferry dock parking lot at sea level.
During the trip, these sorts of downhills would become common but I would never become comfortable trying to make up lost time on them. So, while going down was faster than going up, it wasn’t the sort of high-speed descent that pays you back for all the uphill work. Often, to maintain control and because I never knew what hazard may lay beyond the next turn, I was rarely descending faster than 20 mph.
I didn’t mention that, on this particular road, there were hazard signs on the downhill section, warning that it was a high-wind zone. That would be an example of the sort of hazard that I could never anticipate. It could also be an approaching car or truck on roads that were often barely more than one car’s width, or a patch of manure, or gravel, or who knows what. This road was definitely not one on which to risk a high-speed descent.
I also didn’t mention the stunning view of the fjord as I crested the mountain pass. The view made it worth every bit of effort.
Ultimately, I did make it to the ferry with a few minutes to spare. I was relieved but made myself a promise that, from then on, I’d prioritize catching ferries over stopping to enjoy a meal. That night, my camping spot was perfectly imperfect: I enjoyed a beautiful view of the fjord but I got eaten alive by midges as long as I was outside my tent. Typical.
Touring Norway’s West Coast on a Cruzbike Quest, August-September 2017
In August, I went to Norway to scout locations for a commercial bicycle tour.
Trips like this are important to the way I do business, which is: (1) I only sell and recommend equipment that (a) performs well in the real, physical world and (b) is good enough that I personally would choose it over other options; (2) a commitment to integrity — if I say something works, it’ll be from the personal experience of discovering the pros and cons of the equipment from long and repeated use; (3) it helps make my perspective clear, which is that of a cyclist-explorer and cyclist-guide; I am, by necessity, discerning and critical; this is contrasted with other perspectives such as that of the adrenaline hound, the collector, or the mercenarial sales person; and (4) I see the bike as a starting point for a new lifestyle; it’s a portal to a universe of fitness, fun, community, personal development, and new life experiences; bicycle and tricycle ownership is “not about the bike,” it’s about the experiences the bike (or trike) enables you to have and the people it enables you to meet.
I’ll start by sharing the conclusion: the scouting trip has resulted in what will be an amazing and very memorable 10-day tour of Norway that I plan to offer next summer. Look for it on these pages early next year.
My Norway tour was epic, to be sure. The scenery was beautiful and picturesque, like it inspired the backdrop for every scary fairy tale I ever read. There were high, wide and powerful waterfalls, towering mountains with strangely shaped peaks, gray glaciers and cloudy green glacial lakes, small picturesque villages in green valleys, farms on improbable slopes dotting the mountains, islands and valleys, sheep ranches on remote mountains, drivers who were respectful of cyclists, delicious fish, excellent chocolate, cattle wandering the roads, not to mention the trolls.
Alongside the natural beauty were relentlessly challenging days: constant steep inclines and declines, rain, slippery metal cattle grates in the road, narrow roads with no shoulders and drop offs to the sides, tight blind turns, few good places to pitch a tent, ferry service that was reliable but infrequent. There was never an easy day. I remember a few days with a few easy hours that ended as soon as the rain started or the next climb began.
The essence of epic life experiences is that they’re tough but worth the rewards. Or perhaps it’s that life’s simple gifts, such as a view of a waterfall, feel most rewarding when you’ve worked for them. On several occasions it happened that I’d ride through some punishing terrain or weather only to turn a corner or crest a mountain and see something jaw dropping. Many times, in those situations, my reaction was to laugh. One time I rounded an unbelievably steep uphill turn to find an enormous waterfall by the road, the river running under an ancient bridge that looked like it could have been the home of a troll or two. Another time it was looking up thousands of feet from a green valley dotted with farms to where the mountain peaks were capped by snow and clouds and realizing that my road – the only road, the one I was going to have to pedal — went up, exactly, there.
Peddling up long hills or through the rain was something I knew how to do. One thing I had to do, about which I had no confidence, was pushing my bike along a dirt road through a cluster of about 10 cows with a hill up to my right, and a hill down to my left, and a gate to keep in the cows beyond. A small number of seemingly life-or-death concerns loomed in this urbanite’s mind: I may as well be wearing skinny jeans: I have no idea what to do here. How do I make a path through these cows? How do I open that gate and get me and my bike through without letting out the cows? (A loaded Cruzbike most definitely doesn’t hold a line when you push it.) Is there any useful knowledge anywhere in the remote recesses of my mind about how to act around cows? Or how cows act around people?
I could only remember two things.
One, in college, at the University of Michigan, some guys told me about cow-tipping and that if a cow is sleeping while standing upright, you could run smack into it and the cow would tip over and then run off, panicked. This was something fun to do when you and your friends were drunk. I remembered that, but it was totally unhelpful. Wait, maybe it is: it suggests cows are less dangerous than drunk college kids (but so are most things).
Two, don’t cowboys sing to cows? Isn’t it to keep them calm? At any rate, it can’t hurt. Sing what? A cowboy song of course. What song? I don’t know any. So, make one up! To adapt a George Carlin joke to this occasion: do you realize that someplace out there, there really does exist the world’s dumbest song? And someone is singing it right now? That someone was me, right then, right there. I’m so glad there was no one to hear me.
I also made friends with fellow travelers, even if only for as long as our paths crossed. Something that was remarkable, and was the basis for self-effacing amusement as I pedaled alone, was how rare cyclists were on the Norwegian roads I had chosen. Did I not get the memo? It seems I was discovering the hard way what native Norwegian cyclists might already know: bicycling in the region I chose to ride was too hard to be fun. In fact, I only met one other touring cyclist over ten days of riding. He was a British guy named John who was riding to the Arctic Circle, planning to work on a farm through the winter. It turned out we had a similar sense of humor and adventure and hit it off. We rode together for three days till our routes diverged.
In the largest city I visited, Bergen, and the roads immediately surrounding, I saw only seven other cyclists with touring bags. This was August and, in Bergen, two of Norway’s National Cycling routes crossed. Why weren’t there more cyclists? The town of Bergen had a bike-share system, but cyclists were fairly rare. I had incorrectly generalized from trips to (flat) Denmark and (fairly flat) Finland that cycling was popular everywhere in Scandinavia. It was too broad a generalization for too big a region.
The route I chose took me from city to country, fjord to fjord, island to island, over mountain passes, through tunnels and over bridges, up and down double-track dirt roads and single-track dirt hiking/mountain bike paths. Going by the numbers, according to “Ride with GPS,” over 10 days of riding I covered 490 miles and ascended and descended 55,530 feet of elevation. Considering that this was a “fully loaded,” solo, self-supported tour, with panniers weighing 35-45 lbs. with clothes, tools, shelter, stove, food and water, that 55,530’ of elevation gain was hard-earned.
The “hills” were grueling — constant and steep. The elevation profiles look like saw blades and 25% grades were common. A few times I rode back and forth on the road, making switchbacks to lessen the incline, but that was rarely possible or safe because many roads had blind turns and occasional car traffic. Also, switch-backing on a Cruzbike, while riding with the high cadence I needed to ascend the hills, is sometimes harder than just trying to ride straight due to the unique characteristics of the Cruzbike front wheel drive.
I remember having to push the bike up a hill on a paved road only once though, and that was in the town of Bergen before I sacrificed the luxury items in my luggage (my mandolin, a guidebook, a warm night-time layer, some bungee cords and a few other items I could either do without or could improvise an alternative solution if need be). I also went to a bike shop and bought the smallest front chain ring they had that fit my bike, changing my 44-tooth ring for the 39-tooth that I used for the tour.
Anything you get on the way up, you also get on the way down. During one long and steep descent I became cold from the wind chill and drizzling rain and became mildly hypothermic. My hands were numb from the cold and tired from feathering the brakes and, near the end I began to lose coordination. Meanwhile, for a long time, the road was too narrow to safely pull over and dig out my warm gloves. I kept going thinking it had to end soon. It didn’t. The road turned at the base of the mountain and kept going down till it eventually reached a fjord. I stopped, put on another layer, warmed my hands and ate some cookies while admiring the view of the fjord. And then the dolphins began surfacing just off shore.
It’s tempting to say I preferred the climbs because nearly always there was a rewarding view at the top. But, as the trip progressed and the repeatedly challenging days wore me out, admittedly, there began to be times that I was facing a long climb and felt positively unexcited. A rest day always makes me feel better but timing was not on my side. Typically, at the 6-day mark, I’ll take a rest day. This time, in the 6 to 9-day period, the weather was predicted to be good, but then the rain was coming in again. I didn’t want to take a break and lose a day because the mountain roads would surely become more precarious in the rain. My spirits would probably be lower, too. Also, I was covering so much less ground than I anticipated that I was becoming concerned about getting delayed in the mountains and missing my flight back to New York City. Although I had built “zero days” into my trip plan, I no longer felt I had a day to spare.
About the Bike: Cruzbike Quest 26, customized for the trip
For gearing, I had a 39T chain ring, plus a SRAM Dual Drive, plus a 12-36T 9-speed cluster. Gear inch range was 20.6” to 114.8”. I became intimately acquainted with my three lowest gears: 20.6”, 23.2” and 26.5”.
Before leaving, I spent a lot of time debating whether to take a Cruzbike Quest, a Cruzbike Silvio 2.0 or an HP Velotechnik Grasshopper fx. The Cruzbikes had the advantage of being more capable on the hills but were going to require customization for a tour as challenging as this. The Grasshopper had the advantage of being an expedition touring bike, ready to go “out of the box,” with full light system, strong racks, fenders, full shocks and the ability to fold quickly.
Besides needing to put the bike in a suitcase for the flight to Norway, since it was a recumbent bike and not a standard frame bike that would easily fit in bike racks, I also anticipated needing to fold it to take it on a train or bus. Some tunnels are closed to bikes. In those cases, standard practice is to take your bike on a bus through the tunnel but there’s a limit to the number of bikes on each bus (two, in some cases). Also, one of my bailout plans involved catching a train. So, rapid folding might turn out to be crucial for getting the bike onboard the train. The Grasshopper fx had every advantage except for one that was crucial to the trip’s success: only the Cruzbike performs on the uphills like a standard-frame bike. That was the determining factor.
I decided to take a Quest 26, customized with many of the same components as a Grasshopper fx and assembled to the quality standards of an HP Velotechnik. [Footnote: the Quest 26 has been replaced by the QX100 which has the same frame but a different drivetrain and handlebars.] It seemed a good compromise. The Quest would fold if necessary, but not quickly. (If I had to catch a train, I planned to take it apart in the station before the train arrived.) It had disk brakes, which are absolutely vital for touring in a rainy, mountainous region, but I’d upgrade them to Avid BB7s. Suspension is necessary for touring in unpredictable terrain and, though it only had rear suspension of middling quality, it would be okay for my relatively light payload. Mounting a light system was a problem but I had enough spare parts that I thought I could install something satisfactory, though I’d need to be my own guinea pig for a few items. For a rack, I had two Cruzbike-manufactured choices and knew their current model would work for sure. As for the fenders, I didn’t know what I’d do; probably something ugly.
For the rack, I decided to use a discontinued “heavy duty” Quest rack which is rated for an 85 lbs. payload. I liked that it is a simple piece of welded aluminum, with only a few bolts to break or come loose. I also liked the fact that, by being so strong, the loaded bike could be manhandled by the rack — by train conductors, bus drivers, ferry deck hands and me. Also, I could easily tie on excess luggage such as extra food supplies, if necessary…and the mandolin.
For fenders, it was easy to install a rear fender but not one that looked normal with the 20” rear wheel I decided to use. Whatever. It will work. But the front fender didn’t. There wasn’t any clearance with the 2″ Schwalbe Marathon Mondial tire I wanted for the front drive wheel. I decided I’d head out into a rainy country, probably on dirt roads, without a front fender. It’d be gross but I’d survive.
For electricity and lights, I decided to do something peculiar. (Which, in the realm of recumbent bikes, means in the range of normal.) I had a very nice 20″ Peter White wheel with a SON dynamo hub and disk brake mounting. I decided to use that, instead of a 26″ wheel with dynamo hub for several reasons. One, it’d let me improve the aerodynamics of the Quest by lowering the rear. Two, a bike with 20″ rear wheel would be smaller, lighter and easier to get onto buses, trains and to pack in the suitcase. Three, there’d be more clearance between the three parts at the rear — the rack, fender and the wheel — which I sometimes needed when the bike was loaded and the swing arm and shock absorbed major bumps. For electricity, to recharge my iPhone and the backup battery, I used a Sinewave Cycles Revolution USB charger that attached to the SON dynamo hub along with the lights.
The light system and SON worked well, as I expected. The Sinewave Revolution USB charger seemed to work fine but it introduced a variable into the system that I didn’t understand. Specifically, I began to suspect there was a minimum speed at which I needed to ride for my phone and backup battery to charge, but I didn’t know what that speed was. Along with that, I suspected that speed might change when I ran the lights, which I often did on overcast days. I also discovered several times that my phone would have a healthy charge at one moment, but mysteriously lose its charge a short time later. The same happened with the backup battery. There were also a few times that I thought the phone or battery were charging but I’d discover it was nearly dead.
As for the 20” rear wheel, it worked great! It resulted in a new rake angle for the front wheel which, I thought, much improved the Quest’s handling both loaded and not. I would definitely use this set-up again.
As an aside, for bike shoes I wore mountain bike winter boots with cleats. Besides the wet and cold weather, often, while looking for campsites and water sources, I’d end up in marshland. I was glad to have boots. Also, they kept my feet warm on the sick downhills. Just a tip. Mine are made by Giro.
One thing that didn’t work well at all when it rained was the Lifeproof case for my iPhone.
In terms of performance, at the end of the day, I think I chose right. There were moments when I would have preferred a Grasshopper fx, like on the insanely steep downhills, for some rocky and rough sections, when I was crossing cattle barriers on the roads, when pushing the bike around, loading/unloading luggage and parking. Also, when I was in the lowest gear for long periods, I’d begin to get tired and momentarily lose the coordination between feet and hands that is crucial to riding a Cruzbike. At those moments, I’d wish the bottom bracket didn’t move! However, at the same time, I don’t believe I could have gotten up the mountains I was on, with full luggage, on anything other than a Cruzbike.
That is the clincher as I look back on the trip. As soon as one has to push a bike up a hill, a 50-mile day with 5,550′ elevation gain (an average day) suddenly changes from a hard 5-hour day at a slow, average 6 mph to a grueling — have you ever pushed a loaded touring bike from sea level up to a 3,500′ mountain pass? — 10-hour day at 3 mph, average, that is if you make it at all. For me, this is where the Cruzbike’s unique ability to climb makes it the right recumbent for cases where inclines are an essential obstacle.
A Cruzbike Silvio is my bike of choice for fast 50- to 150-mile club rides, fast-paced 25-mile workouts in the local park, and town-to-town tours. It’s an excellent road bike and light-tourer.
For self-supported tours and commuting, it’s limited, but does the job. It’ll accept about 35 liters capacity of luggage. If your kit is small, that is enough. (35 liters is nearly equal to two Ortlieb rear roller panniers.) I tend to think of it as a great bike for light-load summer tours in a predictable environment.
Pack list for such tours:
shelter system: 35 deg. 800-power down sleeping bag, backpacker bivvy and tarp including poles and stakes, air mattress;
clothing system: top and bottom riding tights, high-viz top second layer, 1 pr socks, glove liners, high-viz gloves, wind-proof skull cap, neck gaiter/buff, high-viz helmet, 800-power down vest, sil-nylon/cuben fiber wind/rain layer for top, bottom and hands, riding glasses, reading glasses;
basic minimal tool and repair kit with extra tubes and first aid kit;
food/water: 2-liter hydration bladder, water treatment/bleach, baggies for food leftovers/day-snacks;
misc: money/cards/smart phone/maps, toothbrush/paste/floss, headlamp, spork, single-edge razor blade, extra batteries;
lighting system: hub dynamo with front/rear lights;
shoes: walkable cleats.
No cooking system. I can load everything I’m likely to need. I’m assuming predictable weather including rain and the availability of shops for food. For tires, I’d use something durable like Schwalbe Marathons or Marathon Plus.
I’m leading rides every morning of the Recumbent Cycle Convention (RCC) this October, 2017. Bring your bike, say good morning and make some friends.
Fun, casual, non-competitive rides on an easy-to-follow route at the break of dawn. No charge, but no support: you’re on your own if you get dropped, go off the front, get lost, or have mechanical or other problems.
The not-for-profit Appalachian Mountain Club is organizing these free rides which are led by volunteers. There’ll be a liability waiver that participants need to sign.
You’ll need to supply your own bike.
Casual, social ride for HP Velotechnik owners and enthusiasts but open to all recumbent riders and the recumbent curious.
We’ll go for coffee and muffins afterwards, time allowing.
Meet at: Entrance to Hall C of the Greater Philadelphia Expo Center
Preparing for my 16-day tour in Norway. The choice of bike is down to two: a standard HP Velotechnik Grasshopper fx with typical touring options or a customized Cruzbike Quest 26. My trip is self-supported, fully loaded.
The Grasshopper has the advantage of being fast-folding and expedition-ready, unparalleled quality, and full suspension; basically, ready for the job, no questions asked. I plan to take some buses and trains in order to reach all the areas I plan to scout, so the fast fold is important. The Grasshopper goes in a suitcase, no problem.
However, with 16 days of riding, as per plans, the advantage of the faster bike — the Quest — could be huge if I can whip it into shape. I’m calculating that the speed advantage may let me cover an extra 200 miles. Also, given the hilly and mountainous terrain, I like the idea of having a bike that climbs fast.
The problem is that I need to do a fair amount of customization and tweaking to turn the Quest into what I consider an expedition-quality bike. There are a few sizing issues. (I need to cut down the riser because now it blocks my view too much. I also want to experiment with seat placement.) The gearing is questionable, but that’s my doing — this Quest 26 already has a custom front drive wheel, bottom bracket, cranks and chain ring; I want a slightly smaller chainring than the 48T I’ve been using. I still use the original SRAM Dual Drive, which I love. Peter White built me a really nice 20″ wheel with SON dynamo hub that I’ve installed at the rear for electricity. I’ll use a B&M light system — it’s the same as HP Velotechnik’s standard touring lights — and I plan to add Sine Wave’s USB power outlet. I’m replacing a handgrip or two. Tires are Schwalbe Marathon Racers but I may switch to a 2″ Marathon Mondial on the front. I don’t want the weight but I may want the extra traction and durability. I don’t have a satisfactory solution for a front fender. I’ll probably leave that off.
I’m using the rack Cruzbike made for their QX100s. I’ll use Radical Design panniers. I have the 55 liter (quart) size mediums; that’s plenty big. I replaced the front disk brakes, cables and housing with HP Velotechnik’s standard Avid BB7s, snake seal, levers and Jagwire cables and housing. I left the rear brake as is — Avid BB5.
I tested the first alteration this eve: the 20″ rear wheel. I love the way the Quest handles as a result! And, by dropping the rear, I’ve changed the rake and weight distribution. It should also make the Quest more aero. Based on the success of this test, I’m going to do the rest of the work involved with bringing it up to snuff.
The Quest 26 fits in a suitcase fine. I plan to take a tube of locktite with me because the Q26 has a lot of bolts in vital locations. I may replace some of the aluminum bolts with steel bolts in key locations.
All in all, this seems very promising. It’s basically turning out to be a Cruzbike customized with HP Velotechnik parts, accessories and options.
I’m excited about turning this fairly basic commuter into a tourer that can handle the rougher sort of trips that I like to do.
A couple weeks ago, I had a chance to use my Bend-It Cycling road shorts for real. By that, I mean riding about 280 miles over three days without washing. Mine are the tights-style, not the mountain bike style.
Great shorts! Snug but not uncomfortably tight. I wear thin compression underwear underneath for modesty and they fit fine with that extra layer. The seams don’t chafe. The waist stays up. Super comfortable while riding. The bottoms of the legs stayed in place. And, even after three days of riding, without washing, they didn’t start to smell bad! (That’s an important feature!) Is the fabric anti-microbial? I didn’t see any clear designation of this so I asked the manufacturer. Indeed, the short’s fabric is made from an anti-microbial polyester and nylon blend.
The campaign in New York State to establish a defined 3′ Safe Passing standard – consistent with more than half the states in the country – has reached a critical point in the New York State Legislature. The New York Bicycling Coalition needs everyone who rides a bike in New York State, and wants to be able to do so more safely, to sign on to the 3′ petition at the link below:
Next month, during Bike Month, the New York Bicycling Coalition will be having a press conference at the State Capitol to present this petition to the leadership of the New York State Assembly Transportation Committee, through which the 3′ Safe Passing bill must move and was stuck the last legislative session.
To learn more about the history of this campaign, please see the second link below, at the New York Bicycling Coalition’s (NYBC) website:
A customer wrote me with questions about starting a tour up to northeast Vermont on an HP Velotechnik StreetMachine Gte.
On Tue, Apr 25, 2017 at 9:19 AM, D–S– <d–s–@gmail.com> wrote:
Good morning Robert,
I want to mention a subject to cover when I pick up the bike in a few weeks (or before, if you are willing). I’m planning a trip in June which will require shipping the bike at the very beginning. I need to get myself, the bike, and all of the luggage to Amherst, Massachusetts. From there I’ll ride to Northeast Vermont where I will stay for a month before biking back to New York. My sense is that such a large pile of stuff is difficult if not impossible on Amtrak or Greyhound, but I’m looking into it.
I’ll need some advice about:
whether it will be possible to save and reuse the original shipping box;
how to safely pack the bike;
how to ship it.
Looking forward to the end of May!
Sounds like a great trip. Will you go through Craftsbury? Are you using the ACA routes or something of your own?
A few ideas.
If it were me, because it’s simplest in terms of transporting the equipment, I’d seriously consider riding from the end of the Metro North in Waterbury, CT to Amherst, MA (or a hillier route from Amenia, NY).
I haven’t ridden this route but it would probably be an amazing ride. It looks like a flat, one-day ride. Note: this is just a rough Google route. I haven’t optimized it in any way.
For shipping the bike, with or without you on board, you’re best bet may be one of the bus companies like Greyhound, which also has a shipping service.
If it’s with you on-board the bus, you may need to pay extra for “oversize” luggage. For this, I’d wrap the bike in a cheap blue nylon tarp like this one. It’s light but strong and you can either use it as a shelter (unless it gets holes during transit) or dispose it. During shipping, brakes and derailers might get mashed a bit. This will be a good test of the skills you’ll need to do road-side repairs. I realize that sounds like a joke, but I mean it.
Unfortunately, the box the SMGte ships in from Germany isn’t suitable for re-packing because the bike arrives in pieces and the shipping box is smaller than the finished bike.
On Amtrak, the SMGte probably exceeds their current bikes-on-board size limits but their restrictions are evolving and the trains that newly allow you to reserve a bike space MIGHT work. I haven’t personally seen how the bike racks work and, I believe that different trains have different loading options. I tend to think I could make the bike fit if I have time for some disassembly. If you end up using these, please let me know how it works.