|smoothness of your bike||zero1|
Feb 4, 2002 11:34 AM
|i have a colnago mxl that i purchased back in august...this bike continues to amaze me everytime i ride...it seems the longer the ride the smoother and more comfortable the bike becomes...i was just wondering has anyone else experienced this with their bike...ride safe|
|Colnago? Isn't that Italian for "buckboard?"||Retro|
Feb 4, 2002 2:32 PM
|Now, if you had an Atlantis, we could talk smooooth...
No, seriously, I know what you mean. I haven't ridden a Colnago, but sometimes I'll be on the Atlantis and realize I'm an hour past the point where I used to say, "Ah, man, I can't finish this..."
|I think it's called endorfins and numbness||Dog|
Feb 4, 2002 2:35 PM
|If you feel like the bike is getting smoother the longer you ride, it's probably endorfins and numbness. Or, maybe some slow leaks in the tires. Or, maybe a headwind with a lot of lift? :-)
My C-40 is ok, but I'd not say it gets smoother as I go.
|re: smoothness of your bike||koala|
Feb 4, 2002 2:59 PM
|Just imagine if you rode a really smooth bike.|
|re: smoothness of your bike||grzy|
Feb 4, 2002 3:22 PM
|I think you're just getting used to the way your bike rides. The little things don't capture your attention any longer and you're more focused on the big picture of the satisfied feeling from completing great rides. The bike doesn't change much over time unless you're taking it to the fatigue limit or yielding the material.|
Feb 4, 2002 10:54 PM
|Here's what a Frenchman said about road bike racing:
"A modern-day centaur fallen from a mythological heaven, the cyclist inspires lyricism in commentators. His nature changes profoundly as he mounts his machine but perhaps more so when he gets off again. Then his streamlined and lofty style suddenly gives way to the clumsy gait of a pedestrian who has lost his feeling for contact with the ground."
"Here is how Roger Bastide describes Fausto Coppi: 'With his firm, stiff, and awkward feet which were somehow too big for him, he was like an albatross with wings folded back perched on the bridge of a ship. He was himself only when he was on his bike. His long limbs would then turn into an unbelievable harmony of lines. More than that, there was a sort of lightness or smoothness of a divine being in his pedaling.'"
"It's true that the pedals, pulled powerfully along in their immutable circular path, free the cyclist's feet from all contact with the ground. This is something which until now was reserved for angels, who bring wings to the feet, and for Mercury, whose winged sandals symbolize the power of levitation and the ability to travel quickly. What a program for an aspiring champion!"
"Coppi the albatross. Bahamontes the eagle of Toledo, Charly Gaul the angel of the mountain--all winged climbers are witness to the allegory of flight which has always been cycling's trademark."
--Claude Genzling, Bernard Hinault, Road Racing (Velo-News Press)
A finely built and tuned bike will take anything you can dish out, as if to say, "C'mon baby! Do it!" Heat. Passion. It'll encourage each painful pedal stroke up a climb, take you the distance without protest or beating you up, like an old friend, never let you down.
In no other sport is there "such total symbiosis between man and machine." The bike disappears beneath you, becomes an extension of your body. The endorphins kick in and the experience of man and machine working in perfect harmony uplifts the spirits as it quickens the pulse! For whatever other reasons I and, I suspect, most of the people I've ridden with go out and rack up the miles, that's the main one.