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Everyone knows that the quality of one’s character is measured by the size gear they can push, particularly when going uphill. It is also a well-established fact that no self-respecting Flemish Pro would ever ride a Compact, no matter what condition their knees are in or how ferocious the gradient. Which, by extension, means that Compacts are...

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  1. At 60 years of age I continue to long for the days when I had my Regita corn cob freewheel and 53/42 as the #1, it is #4 on the Coppi. Living in Seattle I continue with the 53/39 and 11-23 on the clinchers but do have 12-27 for the mountains tubulars. It … »

Cycling has been suffering a crisis every since the use of a helmet became compulsory. This crisis is rooted in the simple fact that cycling peaked aesthetically with the cycling cap perched casually deliberate atop a sweaty cranium. It was only after mandatory helmet dictum spread its tentacles into all UCI-sanctioned races in 2003 that helmet man...

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  1. My first helmet was a Cooper Hockey in 1980. The first day I wore it a guy ran a light and I ended up under his car. Next was a skid lid. The gigantic bell helmets were nuts. I stayed with the marginally effective Skid Lid for years while riding my 1979 C… »

Aside from wheels staying in one piece and the frame holding together, the thing we take most for granted when riding a bike is how our bodies instinctively respond to and absorb bumps. The human body is, in fact, an incredible shock-absorber; our arms and legs are capable of flexing and shifting in ways that no mechanical suspension is capable of...

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  1. Having been the test dummy 3 times for the front collision durability of cars over the last 33 years of commuting it has always been in the dark and the light was mounted on the bike. I found that after I mounted it on my helmet I can light up the inside … »