Tyre width

Jan. 20th, 2016 12:03 am
jack: (bike)
The tyres on my bike seem to be 35c and 38c width, if I read them right. Would a thinner tyre be better for cycling round Cambridge? I mostly go short distances 1 mile to 4 mile, but it would be nice if there wasn't unnecessary effort, and nice if it was possible to cycle to Shelford occasionally, which right now is possible but a bit too much of a trek to ever want to do it. Or should I be looking at a better bike instead?

Fixed bike

Feb. 18th, 2013 12:47 pm
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On Saturday, I finally fixed my bike again. Let's see if it can go more than a week without getting another puncture.

It's really nice to be able to go to the pub and have a drink, though, and also to get some fresh air before cloistering myself in an office all day.
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I tried popping the battery a dozen times. Each time the light was on beforehand, it was on when the battery went back in. Each time it was off beforehand, it was off when the battery went back in, but came on when I pressed the button.

I tried leaving the batteries out for half an hour once in each state and it still resumed "on" or "off" as appropriate.

Now, that was very informal, so it's quite likely that I biased the test by seeing what I expected to see at some point. But it seems that it's deliberate, not (a) it defaults to always-on if the connection is interrupted (b) there's a residual signal without being deliberately designed that way (c) it's random, etc.

I agree that it makes sense that it's designed that a brief interruption in power doesn't turn the light off (or on) so if it's jolted you're not cycling in the dark. But I'm surprised that it can remember.

What's most likely? Is it plausible there's a capacitor acting as a single bit of persistent memory? Or powering a flip-flop (for 8 hours?). Or is something else a simpler implementation of one bit of non-volatile memory?
jack: (bike)
OK, after way, way too long I actually fixed my bike. All that was wrong was a puncture, but after a couple of weeks of not getting round to it, I started feeling like maybe it was going to be more of a slog than it was, and then I was overtaken by Christmas and house moving.

And then yesterday it was a bit too snowy to want to cycle to work. But today I did, for the first time in way too long, and it was really nice.

The route is quite good, except for starting by having to cross Barnwell Road, and ending by having to do a U-Turn to go up the curvy cycle bridge.

There were a few patches of ice when I cut through the side of Midsummer Common, but I'm assuming entropy will take care of them.
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I was recently examining my back bikelight. It has four modes: on, off, flashing simultaneously and flashing sequentially.

What seems to happen is that if I take the battery out and put it back, it remembers whether it was on or off, but flashing modes just all become "on". I'm not sure if I'm imagining that, since it seems strange that the mode would be remembered in a non-volatile way, but it's what seems to happen.

Does anyone know what's going on inside?
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Over the years, I've had to replace several bikes from theft or accident. Each time, anything left over I've thrown into the shed. By now, the shed contains a Frankenstienian monstrosity where:

* The frame comes from a bike which came off worst in a 50mph collision with the tarmac (fortunately, no vertebrates were harmed in this incident!)
* The back wheel is a hub-gear wheel scavenged off another bike which died in some way (I no longer remember how), but is no longer connected to anything
* The chain is broken
* The front wheel looks fine, but I'm not sure if it is the slightly-bent one or not.
* The saddle was cannibalised when the saddle on my new bike broke. In its place there remains a broken replacement which (probably) doesn't fit on the bike.
* The mud-guard supports and various other accoutrements were also cannibalised
* I've not tried the brakes

Obviously, this chimera is unridable. It's also in pieces. Most of it is going to the recycling centre in the morning (Yay, declutter!) I feel quite morbid, some of the bits having served me well over the years only to be rejected now. But that's as honorable an end as a broken bike can hope for :) Rest in peace, chimera.

My question is, is there anything worth salvaging? I don't really care about the money, but if anything is useful I'd rather it wasn't wasted. The forks are buckled, and I seem to recall replacing them wasn't practical so the frame is unusable, does that sound right? The wheels might be usable as front wheels, but I'm not sure -- is there any point keeping them in case? Or anyone might want them? Is there any use for the brake mountings, gear mountings, etc?
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Gone for a short cycle ride ✓

I originally planned to do more than this this weekend, but even for an hour along the guided busway it was still nice. I'm sure for what they spent, if they didn't have the buses, we could have had a cycleway hundreds of times nicer, but it's still one of the nicest cycleways in Cambridge.

However, I temporarily can't find my bike pump. It's two foot tall, where on earth could anyone have put it it's not obvious?

Ordered a lot of books on Amazon ✓

There were a few series (Anthony Price, Stephen Brust) that I'm reading my way through steadily, but if I didn't order the next one as soon as I read the previous, it slipped off my "to buy" pile. And several sequels, random recs, and randomly interesting books off the top of my "see if I want to buy this book later".

I hadn't realised, but buying almost all books on amazon or in e-book form has the advantage that most of the time I can search my email notifications as a quick way to check which books in a series I've read or not.

I'm slightly embarrassed to get a steady stream of small parcels to work, but it seems better than gambling they'll fit through the letter box.
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My bike has been consigned to the maw of station cycles. We will see how it turns out.
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The last post asked if it was reasonable to cycle in a particular right-turn lane (where there would be room for two cars and a cycle abreast in the road, but definitely not a car and a cycle abreast in the right lane).

I think the problem was I'd not yet decided whether delaying N other people's jounrey by 30s was worth delaying mine by 2min. If it wasn't, I wouldn't do it, and if it was, I would. If the only option were to walk or cycle dangerously I would walk. If the only option is to cycle in the lane I would cycle in the middle of it.

However, because I'd not decided, I made the bad compromise of cycling in the middle of the lane but feeling guilty about it. So I really should decide one way or the other.

I'd decided cycling was a good transport choice for myself. And that it would be more convenient in Cambridge if more people cycled rather than drove, because congestion is less. However, right or not, I feel bad imposing that opinion on other people.

I may think it's more convenient for them overall in terms of less waiting at lights and looking for parking if I cycle. However, they may disagree, and if I force someone to wait behind me I feel like I'm saying "my life is more important than yours" to their face, and I hate saying that. (I also hate people saying that to me.) Obviously, in a car, they'd equally well have to wait, but because I've obviously no choice they can pretend to themselves I had a good reason for being there, but if I choose to cycle, I always could get off or pull over to let them pass.

In summary, it looks like I should either stop cycling altogether, or admit that I have a right to cycle in that lane, and if so, I should choose the latter and not apologise for it.
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Yesterday, I cycled down Victoria Road from New Hall, and went round Mitcham's Corner Roundabout over Victoria Avenue bridge. Unfortunately, this necessitates being in the right hand lane for about 150m until Milton road splits off. Is it better to:

* Squish in to the left, letting cars overtake very narrowly?
* Squish in to the right, and try to gesture to cars that if they want to overtake, they can be the one to invade another lane?
* Cycle down the white line?
* Cycle in the left lane, but not have enough time to pull out before the roads split?
* Dismount?
* Train until I can reliably accelerate to 20mph in much less than that distance?
* Force anyone behind me to wait 100m to overtake?
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This morning, my bike pedals stopped going backward. They went forward fine, but when the wheel went forward, so did the pedals, and when the pedals went backward, so did the chain (for a fraction of a revolution, then it caught up with itself).

I deduced something wrong with the ratcheting mechanism, but didn't know enough to investigate further, other than poking at things. I wasn't sure if it would make sense to ride it, but as it seemed to go forward ok, I tried riding it carefully; and by the time I'd got to work the problem had mysteriously cleared up. So I probably won't do anything about it. But what was likely to have gone wrong? I thought maybe something frozen, but it was inside. Or from when the bike was mangled, but it seemed strange it had happened suddenly.

Bike

Sep. 29th, 2008 01:32 pm
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Although lamentably, I chose to park my bike in town to catch a coach to the airport and someone appeared to have kicked the shit out of it, twisting the back wheel and front gears/chain guard at least. Or rammed another bike into/round it. Or became frustrated trying to remove another bike and used excessive force. Or was eyeballed by my bike and was forced to retaliate to preserve their life or honour. They neglected to leave a note, so I can't really tell, though am inclined to the "scumbag" hypothesis.

Bike light

Jul. 22nd, 2008 01:47 am
jack: (happy/hannukah)
I also think I fixed by bike light, which had been nagging me for ages. I don't know that I'm ahead on things I should have done, but it's always good to make steady progress.

Thanks to alex for the best suggestion, of using tinfoil. But in the end, when I actually examined the innards in detail, I discovered the problem was not, as I supposed, that the batteries slipped sideways off the contacts. Rather than they are held in place at one end by a conducting plate, and the other, by a conducting springy tongue, and when you cycle over a bump, the battery moves laterally, temporarily compressing the insufficiently springy tongue, and momentarily losing contact with the plate.

As I'd thought, it would actually have worked better if there was a physical on-off switch, rather than an electronic one. The electronic solution is conveniently extensible, if you want to let the same button cycle through flashing modes, etc. However, the physical on-off switch would have had the advantage of remembering its state after a temporary power outage. Which shouldn't matter, but made the whole system just a little more fragile.

Fortuitously, having identified the problem, it was eminently susceptible to the most trivial of solutions. I inserted a little bit of folded paper behind each tongue, and lo, it had much less give, and the battery has no tendency to move in it's slot. It stayed on even when I tapped it, but I didn't feel confident calling it fixed until I'd ridden it an it kept working, which it now has.

ETA: Although come to think of it, that can't be the whole story, because it didn't used to just turn off: when it was tapped, it would sometimes cycle between "bright" and "faded" and "off". Anyway, the same solution seems to have cleared that up too.
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Bike minutiae:

* The back light sometimes goes off when cycling. I infer the batteries jar momentarily loose when going over a bump, and the "on" state is lost. They feel a bit loose. Is there an obvious fix? I tried taping the batteries in place and it made no difference.

(I sort of want some electrically conducting putty to go between the battery and the contact :))

* Last month, the front gear cable snapped off from the handlebars. The bike man from university cycles fixed everything (thank you!). This week, the rear gear cable snapped. I'll take it back and get it fixed too, but any suggestions as to why?

Is anything likely to cause both to fail? Did something snag the chain? I might have changed gear up from the highest gear on one of them, but I don't think I did on both of them. Did someone sabotage my bike, but sabotage the gears instead of the breaks? Do the cables just last a very specific number of months??
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It's always disconcerting when a bike tyre punctures "bang" when you're riding it. But it's disconcerting in an entirely different way when it does so when you're asleep[1]

Me: zzzzzzzzz[2]
Something: BANG!
Me: Wuh? Fztl? WTF!
Me: I don't know. Was it [in rough order]:

* a gunshot [fairly unlikely]
* a car backfiring [not very likely, but what "gunshot" made me think of]
* someone teleporting in [I read scifi]
* someone teleporting out [I read scifi but not enough physics. Also this way is marginally less worrisome but more frustrating. In fact, the previous was closer.]
* something eventually falling over, after several hours of gradual decline
* an explosive water pressure failure type failure event
* something obvious that I haven't thought of [maybe this should be top of the list]
* a dream?
* something interesting to blog about?

Bike tyre: is flat
Me: Hm, it wasn't like that before.
Me: I have a theory.

And the day *before* the gear cable snapped. *shrug* It's going to the bike man for the gear cable and having its tube replaced and I hope they're unrelated.

[1] And not riding it.
[2] Or maybe not, I don't know. The key point being I was asnooze. I was probably dreaming about mechacarrots or theology or something, I don't remember.
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Tiresomeness:

* Bike puncture
* First line of defence, self-sealing inner tube. Failed (in fact, I think this was an old puncture which had been fixed fine, but finally failed again, permanently).
* Second line of defence: spare inner tube. Unusable due to shraeder valve too wide to fit hole in wheel.
* Third line of defence: get new inner tube and spare. Valves are broken and leaking sealant
* Fourth line of defence: Patch inner tube. Lasts long enough to go to the shop, and looks like it will last permanently
* Fifth line of defence: Still need spare tube. Go to get replacements for busted inner tubes. *Next* two are the same, fortunately I check in shop. Decide batch from factory is buggered. Find one that seems unbuggered, refund other.

Also:

* Old mobile telephone giving up the ghost. Doesn't like to charge.
* New mobile telephone getting back the ghost. After a few days, boots when put battery back in, and seems ok.
* Although, front buttons "talk to people" and "stop talking to people" are inoperative. Which you don't need, but is annoying.
* Any suggestions? I think probably due to some wine spill (no fault, just unlucky I had left it on the table) so not defective. Didn't iirc pay for any insurance policy.

Although:

* Acquired stacking trays for letters and living-room-stuff that now have a place in which they can be
* Phone works
* Bike works
* Productive at work
* Talked to glasses direct
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I was browsing the newspapers in the kitchen at work.

Cyclists

I happened upon the original opinion piece I recently heard a minor furore over, where a Times columnist proposed stringing piano wire across country lanes to decapitate cyclists.

Or maybe it wasn't coincidence, maybe someone else had looked it up and left that issue out. It doesn't matter. Nor does it matter how scientifically accurate it was[1].

The hyperbole didn't seem particularly unusual; plenty of provocative humorous columns propose physical violence, and I think it's clear without actually advocating it.

Setting aside the generalisations, it seems that a majority of cyclists he sees are acting carelessly, and that's basically what he means by "cyclists". Add people with the exactly reverse experience and terminology, and you have an instant flamewar, given that the way everyone hears each others statements becomes more and more provocative given the difference in terminology.

However, there does seem to be a genuine underlying conflict, in that if sane people A and person B choose to cycle and drive respectively along the same road, their decisions impose a trade-off in inconvenience on each other. Naturally one wants to find a fair balance, but the magnitudes are extremely subjective, so everyone thinks everyone else is being unreasonable, even if they're not being deliberately so.

Most people naturally see their own experience, and that they see, as representative, and even if not, may not have the knowledge to see and generalise other people's situations.

And then it's like the small annoyances of sharing a house with someone -- you recognise your differences on the big issues, but the apparently unimportant ones where the other party is being apparently irrationally intransigent niggle more and more until they flare up into national flamewars.

Comedies

A review of "Balls of Fury" said it was a parody of sports movies like "Dodgeball" and "Blades of Fury". Wait, "Dodgeball" wasn't a parody? Or it's a parody of parodies?

Is there an objective divide between funny films, comedies and parodies? I think there's a spectrum between funny and comedy, though you can generally pigeon-hole it when you see it. And I can see a division between comedy and parody -- Wimbledon is undeniably a comedy, and a romance, but also a sports film, but it does try to depict a genuine tennis tournament. But I can't think of a line that doesn't make Dodgeball a parody as well as a comedy.

Is there a middle ground? Perhaps; even parodies can have tension, but I can't think of any (even theoretical) good examples.

[1] Though if anyone wants to link to any figures vis-a-vis:

* Carbon footprint of recreational cyclist fuelled entirely by imported energy drinks, vs. a car
* Environmental/aesthetic/road-hazard detriment of plastic drinks bottles vs. bleeding cyclist
* Proportion of cyclists vs of motorists who litter thoughtlessly

I'd be curious. I'll provisionally assume he's correct that where he is, whether or not in the country generally, the most litter came from cyclists, as that's what he says he's observed personally.
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I cycled out for a very pleasant afternoon of bridge, pizza and Balderdash[0] with a friend in Cherry Hinton. The evening itself was very nice. The trip was problematic.

The route was lovely -- slightly longer than normal, but long and straight and flat, a joy to cycle upon. I always think of Cherry Hinton as far, but it isn't really, and from here it's barely further than town.

I even made sure to pack a pump, screwdriver, book, and map, and cover them all with a plastic bag, anticipating breaking down on the wrong side of town from home. And to note ("take" would be an overstatement) down the destination's address, phone number, bus times, and directions. I thought it might rain, but cycled anyway.

The journey *out* was made entertaining by the sudden and complete rain, necessitating a constant stopping to shiver, and wipe mist of my glasses every few roundabouts.

And, as I only discovered later, the other two friends from the same part of town, who were driving, constantly overtaking me. I was cycling, but had forgot my notes, but remembered the way fine[1], but had to keep stopping. Their map had been curtailed, and they had to reconstruct the route by dead reckoning.

The way BACK was made entertaining when, after leaving the party, negotiating the slight delays, etc, noting the near absence of rain, looking forward to cycling in a direction with *down* hills, and *left* turns and *the bloody cycle bridge on the side of the road where you might be able to use it*, found an unrecoverable puncture. Joy, irony. I'd *brought* my pump and screwdriver, in expectation of some problems, but it was too dead to hold, and I don't try to patch anywhere but my own warm kitchen, if there. Fortunately, the "big taxi" plan was very kindly obviated by friend with car managing to squeeze the bike into the back seat.

[0] The game, not just normal conversation.

[1] I was pleasantly pleased by google maps. Where Fulbourn Old Drift crosses the main road, it is hedged off to prevent cut-throughs by cars, though this is hard to see on the map, and you mainly spot it when the route-finder sends you all along it, and back. However, when you zoom in, you can see that the cycle way *does* go round the hedge, you can even see the little give way triangle!
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I'm used to backing off from learner drivers and avoiding intimidating them. I wasn't used to doing it on a bike; the many road humps were slightly too much for it.

Later I saw a discarded red 'L' lying in another road. I inferred very good or very bad news :)
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Last night I think I saw someone different with reversed bike lights. I may have been mistaken -- it was only for a moment.

However, it reminded me of the puzzle of why. My best ideas, none very plausible, were:

* They didn't know which way they were supposed to be
* Mental instability
* Hunting down slow moving pedestrians (like an Owl's call is supposed to sound like it's moving away)
* An obscure personal joke, superstition or philosophical metaphor
* Some sort of optical effect or time-reversal

Although I don't know if the second and third are really different.

However, this person I saw cycling the wrong way down a one-way street, and a sixth and seductively plausible cunning reason for doing so suddenly occurred to me...

PS. That is, assuming that you don't care about any potential danger, but are just worried about being stopped by the police, and assuming that given the number of people without any lights at all no-one will do more than ask you WTH if you reverse them, and assuming that at least sometimes you go the wrong way and aren't stopped because it looks like you're going the right way, reversing the lights might reduce your sanctions.