DirtRoadie wrote:
>
> But when choosing components, if one concludes that 10 grams or 20
> grams makes no difference, then pretty soon there can be a lb or two
> in those accumulated instances of insignificant grams.
I've never met anyone who did not understand that mass differences are
cumulative.
But with only the rarest exceptions, it's been only here that I've met
people who claim nothing is negligible - that a few grams difference can
be expected to affect the outcome of a race, or even a "spirited club ride."
> Frank's friend (that's what kills me) drilled out a seatpost bolt!
> Apparently the folks in Ohio ARE complete idiots.
That's an example of the kind of language that would get a guy punched
out in a bar, even if you were too cowardly to tell the bar patrons your
real name.
> I think looking a calculations based on percentage between placings of
> some arbitrarily chosen race is silly.
> The depth of the field and quality of the field (either way) skew
> those figures dramatically.
>
> Try instead looking at the potential benefit that any one rider can
> achieve by, for example, shedding a pound or two and then see what
> that means, if you MUST analyze.
You're reluctant to analyze anything in a "tech" discussion group? Hmm.
Maybe you belong in rec.bicycles.fashion instead?
> First that rider will be faster. A
> few tenths in a sprint, a few seconds on a climb, might mean nothing,
> might mean 10 places and might be the difference between winning a
> race and not. Even in a spirited club ride, everyone knows who won the
> climb or the sprint. It's not as if you are drinking beer latter with
> the other and asking "Hey does anybody know who got to the top first?"
> No it's usually enthusiastic friendly trash talk and/or mutual
> support.
OK, I've held off telling this, but: I still recall the first time I
showed up for a training ride with the fast guys in my club. It was
many, many years ago.
Yes, I was nervous. I did take the rack, fenders and handlebar bag off
my commuting bike, but I was still running 1 1/4" clinchers on Weinmann
A-124 rims (remember those?) and low-end SunTour stuff. There were
about a dozen guys, all looking very fit, all younger than me. Most if
not all were running tubulars, Campy, and real cleated shoes with their
toe clips, etc. I knew only one of them pretty well (he was 18 and the
son of good friends) but barely knew any of the others, who were very
busy comparing and discussing each others' expensive components.
The guy who organized the ride was nice enough to come over to me and
welcome me. But he also said "On these rides, we don't stop for
anything or anyone, so you can find your way back, right?" IOW, you'll
never hang with us, but thanks for showing up.
It wasn't a long ride, just 20 miles or so, out and back on a quiet
rolling highway. I was damned sure to stay with the group right from
the start, but not to push hard enough to blow up. (That was also when
I noticed the Campy in front of me hunting for the gears my SunTour was
hitting nicely.) Anyway, we cranked along nicely, and I was riding
carefully, but eventually I was amazed to see gaps behind me on some of
the rises. I was feeling good, pleased that there were no gaps in front
of me.
Turn around was in a plaza parking lot. Some guys may have expected a
few minutes rest, I don't know. But three other guys I happened to be
near said "Let's go!" and were quickly out of the lot. I jumped with
them, and saw the others take off maybe 75 feet back. I figured they'd
be back up with us soon.
They weren't. The 18-year-old was the ringleader (supposedly, 2nd
fastest in the club at that time) and he kept pushing. We pulled away
from everyone else. Three of us were rotating, but the young guy
wouldn't let anyone else pull; he stayed at the front.
To my surprise, first one then a second guy fell off on small climbs. I
tried again to pull, even riding up alongside him, but the young guy
would have none of it. So I rode his wheel in to the end of the ride.
We two finished well ahead of the next two, and far ahead of the rest of
the group. I was feeling elated that I not only survived, I did really
well.
The young guy was pretty effusive, congratulating me on the ride. (I
was still saying I felt bad that he wouldn't let me take a pull.) The
guy who organized the ride came up to me and congratulated me too.
The rest of the dozen? No enthusiastic friendly trash talk or support.
Not one said anything to me. They were mostly looking kind of sullen,
and still talking quietly among themselves about their choice of
shifters, their rims, their tires.
Nobody seemed interested in my A-124s.
BTW, that 18-year-old was the same guy who (on a different ride) told me
he could, in a sprint, feel the difference in weight from his aluminum
cogs. Maybe that's why I didn't finish ahead of him?
--
- Frank Krygowski