Sunday, May 22, 2011
Wednesday Nights at Murphy Hammerhands
Anyway... The second annual "Murphy Hammerhands Freewheel Bike Summer Long Group Ride on Wednesday Nights" is back by popular demand!
What we have in store: (1) A great ride! We are out to have fun and enjoy the summer trails. This ride is open to any level of off road rider. (2) Socialization post ride. Continuing our tradition, we will be roasting off meats and vegetables in the parking lot and will have refreshments available as well.
We will start this week (5/25/11) and go right up till the time trial series (also on Wednesday nights at the end of the summer, stay tuned for more info). Meet in the trail head parking lot off Hanrehan Lake Dr at 6pm. We won't ride if the trails are wet (check trail conditions at MorcMTB.org).
See you out there!
Although it is exciting and fun, cycling is an inherently dangerous sport: Freewheel Bike and its representatives are not responsible in any way for any perceived or actual injury before, during, or after group rides. Please take personal responsibility for your own safety. Helmets are required for all rider.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
We Officially Welcome BRose!
And to top it off, the man himself rides an AMP fork: not the single-sprung unit, we're talking the dual-damper, titanium-legged fork that they made right before they bowed out of the industry. That's retro-bike nerd for "legit," as many of our readership are well aware.
Offically, we welcome you, Brian Rose, to the usually-temperate basement of the Midtown Bike Center!
That's our official position. Privately, however, we're a bit worried. When he actually began moving into the Midtown Bike Center, he brought with him several enormous tool chests, some housewarming decor, his own bad self, and an extensive omnium-gatherum of suspension oddments dating from my earliest memories. Red plastic bins full of bicycle suspension archaeology form a neat little bunker where BRose can work his magic.
Instant Credibility! This tool does nothing that a well-wielded hammer and a drift punch cannot, but it says AMP on it...
Lo, an air can from a Stratos shock! Behold, a damper from a Noleen Smart Shock! Begorrah, if that isn't a Boxxer spring! And what is this beautiful thing? Nope, I dunno. I'll have to ask.
Well, officially, we're going to give him the benefit of the doubt. He's got a pile of stuff to do: there's a Lefty from New Mexico, a Fox Alp 4 from Illinois, an old SID from Massachusetts, a lineup of local stuff, and a bunch of conversations to keep up on. As long as those bins don't start multiplying, we should be fine...
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Good thing I created a "weather" category
Check out the mammatus action on that sucker! And has anyone ever seen bigger hail? I admit I have not.
Hope you weren't riding home in that.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
We now have rental forks for when yours is being serviced!
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Campy Freehub Install


Wednesday, March 9, 2011
How Grease Works! (as far as we know)
I would never have known that one of our Supercustomers makes tiny little gyroscopes that guide aerospace equipment. You know, like space ships and time machines and fancy electro-transistor huckaloogies that cost lots and lots of money and are not terribly useful for gardening. Meet Andrew Paule, the Physicist.
Not surprisingly (if you know aerospace guys), he's riding around on a set of Campagnolo hubs from 1968, and they're flawlessly smooth. He also has "Dr. Feelgood" as the ringtone on his phone, so we're absolutely sure he's a real human being.
Andrew was impressed with our commitment to the Midtown Greenway and wanted to return a favor, so he agreed to do an entire presentation on lubrication and how it works. So we met after hours on a Saturday evening and talked about grease and bearings and oils and failure and success and why old Campagnolo hubs are so awesome, and why MOPAR-based vehicles should be avoided.
It's all theory, of course, and we all know how to be responsible with theories!
Admittedly, for starters, I'm kind of a nerd. Admittedly (and admittedly, it's easier to admit the foibles of others), Freewheel has a few nerds as mechanics, as well as a few guys who don't think they're nerds but may want to check on that. Either way, some of us really enjoyed this presentation. Let's just say that Andrew was pulling the microscopic curtain away and revealing what happens at the nano-level in the highest-stress areas on your bicycle.
It's spooky.
Once we were able to wrap our minds around what he was saying, what Andrew shared confirmed many of our sneaking suspicions: many of the products we use on our bikes amount to marketing flummery and snake oil. Here was a chance to take the mythology out of lubrication and let science clarify the matter!
Ha!
It turns out that science is a capricious servant: the truth of the matter was stranger than the mythology.
Grease is essentially just an oil with a thickener and some other additives to help it stay in place and smell awful, and Andrew explained that this puts it into the category of non-Newtonian fluids (think corn starch and water, then think about this before you cough up the money for this). Thus, grease exhibits different characteristics under different stresses. Under the extreme, localized pressure of a ball bearing against a race, awful things happen at a microscopic level, and that's why you get hub cones that look like this:
Yes, even a greased hub can do this, kittens! It turns out that grease, under the tiny contact point of a ball bearing against a race, can be harder than the metal in the tiny little universe inside your hub! So actually, the thing that is usually deforming is the bearing itself: the grease is just there to make sure that while the bearing deforms it can't weld itself to the race. Apparently it gets really hot when all the microscopic peaks and valleys in your mirror-smooth bearings and races articulate against one another.
It all seems so wrong!
That's why we put dust shields on our hubs: so that the little universe where everything is wrong can't come out and confuse us all. But Andrew the Physicist tells us there's hope.
Some greases, it turns out, resist the above effect better than others. The best ones cost hundreds of dollars an ounce and are used to make satellites go "beep beep beep" across the night sky and drop your cell phone call. Stupid robots.
It is impossible to take a non-blurry picture of it.
It is safe to drink.
You first!
I was delighted to hear that we had some real standouts on our shelves however, and I will definitely prioritize those greases from now on when I do overhauls and bearing repacks.
First to respond correctly as a comment to this post will win a tube of each of our two highest-scoring greases according to Andrew the Physicist!
They can be yours, if you're smart, resourceful, or lucky, or some combination thereof!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
SRAM Technical University
We all piled in our trusty Subaru Outback and headed west towards Colorado Springs. 13.5 hours later, we had arrived. Woke up Tuesday morning to a spectacular view of the mountains, and an excited state of wonder, looking forward to learning more skills to serve you fine folks better!

First day was the Avid brakes. We learned alot about the proper way to set-up the brakes for a better feel at the lever. We also learned the proper bleeding procedure to make the brakes feel amazing. (We even have a fancy new bleed kit to make things a little easier.) Alot of interesting technology goes into these brakes. The way you can adjust the levers, and the brake master cylinder to improve performance and feel. We also learned about their old brake systems and the changes they made to make them even better! And the nice thing about SRAM is, they are willing to take responsibility for their mistakes. Then they re-engineer the product. Now that's commitment.
Wednesday and Thursday were dedicated to Rock Shox suspension forks, and rear shocks. Now the stuff gets really cool! We started by tearing down and re-building a Tora front fork. Even at the "low end" there is some real technology associated with this fork. The way they engineer the air system is quite simple, but very effective at making the fork work properly for each rider and each trail condition.

When we re-built a Monarch rear shock, I admit I was a bit nervous about tearing into an air sprung rear shock. But, after about 2 minutes my fears were laid to rest. It was quite simple to maintain and overhaul! Not many people think they need to maintain their suspension systems, but after miles of abuse on the trail, things can easily wear out without routine maintenance. It's kind of like an oil change for your car. The longer it goes without service, the more likely it is that serious problems and performance issues will arise.

The Boxxer world cup fork is quite a sight. It looks very similar to a motocross fork, just a bit downsized. Man, this fork is super sweet! The new solo air system, improved damping, and it's still pretty light for a DH fork!
Remember to get those forks and shocks in for a oil change, or complete overhaul before the spring rush! We are fully qualified to work on all makes and models! Don't be the guy on the trail holding up the group! The mountain lion may just catch up to you first! A properly tuned suspension system makes your bike faster!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
Paradiso or Purgatorio?
The water runs off the basalt, saturates the goopy clay, and supports an Edenic garden in shades of green that rival the stars for number. The hills and valleys are impossibly steep, choked with impenetrable walls of ferns, shrubs, fallen trees, and mud pits, and there are streams everywhere that swell to torrential floods with very little warning.
Sounds like a great place to ride a bike, right, especially when it has been raining for two days straight? That’s what I thought. So I toodled over to Kauai Cycle in Kapa’a and rented a bike. I walked in the door and somebody said "Howzit," a pidgin term similar to "Bonjour" but with less snooty-tooty. I nearly replied "Howz what?" and gave away that I'm culturally insensitive because I didn't get to the part of the guidebook where they tell you how to respond to "Howzit" politely. I think there's some sort of gesture and a specific grunt. Instead, I got right down to business.
In their flyer they advertise a hardtail for $30 a day, a road bike for $30 a day, or a full-suspension bike for $45 a day. When I arrived, the hardtails were Specialized Hard Rocks, the FS bike (they only had one) was a Specialized Rockhopper FSR (or something like that), size small. Then they had some halfways decent bikes in a separate rack, but those ones were $60 to rent because they were demos. Hmm… no mention of that in the flyer, but oh well.
I took the bait and switch and rented a Stumpjumper Comp 29er. My other options were an Enduro and some freakish DH looking thing that looked like it had blood on it, so I went with what I figured is at least reputed to be the latest greatest thing. I hadn’t ridden a 29er with full suspension before, so it was kind of like product testing, at least that’s how I justified it. The handlebars were about 2" too high, 1" too close, and about 8 degrees too straight; the geometry was aggressive like a Schwinn Stingray; and the saddle felt like it could have doubled as a hatchet if I needed to clear some brush. But it was a 29er with 4" of suspension front and rear, so it would essentially ride itself, at least that's what the message boards say. After some setup fiddling, and some stashing of water bottles on my person, I was ready to rumble.
The trailhead was only about 8 miles from the shop so I just rode there, dodging tourists and feral chickens. The road was flat along the ocean for a while, but then it went up, up, up the mountain, past more chickens, through some third-worldish neighborhoods, and finally up to the trailhead. Factoring in my wrong turn, I had already climbed some 800 feet to get there on a 29er FS bike that was decidedly more dromedary than thoroughbred (it earned the nickname "Dromedarius" on a stretch of pavement that pitched up to 15%). Oh, and it’s 80 degrees with 90% humidity in mid-January, and I’ve been sitting around like a bump on a pickle since cyclocross season! Ahh... mortality, meet humiliation.
A memorable stretch
Dromedarius at the top
From the Kuilau trailhead, it was another 500 feet of climbing to the top of the ridge. It was easy to be distracted with postcard-gorgeous views of Mt. Waialeale mixed with occasional views of the coast below. The trail surface varied between thin, soupy mud; thick, sludgy mud; hardpack coated with “Hawaiian Brown Ice,” and sections of crushed pumice that were as good as riding on the road. Mix in some sinister-looking roots and blowdowns, season with some winter out-of-shapeness, boil at 80 degrees for a long time, and voila!
Gack
The descent was down the Moalepe trail, a rutted horse trail that was very similar in composition to the ascent. A few more punchy climbs occurred at manageable intervals, although one of them was close to 200 feet tall—I don’t know, can you call a 200 foot slog “punchy,” or is that doing a disservice to the English language? I did some backtracking and exploring when I saw what looked like some trails that snaked off into the wilderness. They did just that, either fizzling out completely or leading up to the edge of a precipitous drop. Eight miles in the woods was just about right, given the conditions. I ended up with 26 miles and 1700 feet of ascending on the day.
Dromedarius and Mister Man, still beswarthed with mud after ten miles of road
I stepped into the shop briefly to let them know I survived, and they were pleased. I had the bike for another two days (during which it mostly just rained, so I didn’t get to use it), so I asked one of the mechanics about some chain lube. The mechanic handed me a bottle of Tri-Flow, and sensing my hesitation, asked if I would rather use something a little bit heavier. He held up a bottle of Phil Wood Tenacious Oil and I about passed out. GOOD HEAVENS, MAN, LOOK AT THIS BICYCLE! DO YOU THINK I NEED STICKY CHAIN LUBE??? IF I LUBED THE CHAIN WITH THAT THERE STUFF, EVERYTHING IN THE FOREST WOULD COME BACK TO MY HOUSE IN MINNESOTA!
The bike (not to mention its rider) was already completely plastered over with red clay, festooned here and there with shreds of palm leaves that blow down in heavy rains, and I think there was a feral goat caught in the cassette. I didn’t need to bring anything else out of the woods!
I took the Tri-Flow. When in paradise, do as the locals do.
Monday, January 17, 2011
The Servicing of an Internally Geared Hub




There is one nut that holds the assembly to the hub shell. Once that's removed, the whole brake comes off.






After performing this service, the hub felt like it shifted faster and more crisply, especially in the extreme cold. One of our year-round commuting employees, Ben, who uses the same hub described the overhaul to make the shifting "less gummy and more direct. It gives me all of it," he concluded. I'm not really sure what that last part means, but it sounds pretty positive.