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RIDE REPORT AND A LOVE STORY
To test my bike as scientifically as I can I decided to run the same tracks I used to follow witm my poor little 26 wheel. Therefore I chose the following itinerary: Deva-Şoimuş-Boholt-Topliţa Mureşului-Măgura-Certeju de Sus-Nojag-Vărmaga-Banpotoc-Simeria-Săuleşti-Deva…
The test area was mainly a rocky climbing road on the way to Magura. There, the road was divided by water moats and the rocks were moving constantly underneath the wheels. I realized that the main benefit of the 29er wheel is the climbing. Despite of my sports condition, the bike behaved perfectly. The fork flew over the obstacles and the wheels offered me the traction that maintained my speed constant and even increasing… all this time, I didn’t take care too much of my trajectory because it was very easy to maintain my direction and the lateral slipping f the tyres was easy to keep in control.
I stooped at Magura to tell you the sad story of a pilot named Mirza Ovidiu Nicusor who flew over those high hills back in a 1979 spring in order to see his girlfriend. It is said that the loss of altitude prevented him from redress his plane so that, probably in front of the beloved girl he collapsed. In his memory there’s a small monument pictured below.
Back to our business, after a tiring climb to Varmaga I discovered the pleasure of some flat rocky roads. I felt my bike to be back to its roots while speeding over a road that was used mainly by tractors and which I felt to be like a tarmac alley. I let Mamasita drove me like a scooter to Banpotoc having it fueled with…green apples!
A sip o fresh spring source mineral water in Banpotoc and then I ran directly to Saulesti. There, I met a friend, we enjoyed a glass of home made raspberry syrup and I launched myself back home on a road just nearby the aerodrome.
I might have been looking like Carry Grant in “North by Northwest” while I was sprinting away from two dogs which flee from the ships they were guarding to hount me in the violet light of the sunset… Meanwhile, the planes were sleeping in their hangars with their propellers dreaming of a summer clear sky…
All in all, a technical review can’t resume only at this subject and a joyride cannot be conceived without a discussion about the 29er thing, a 29er that so far is exactly what I believed it to be.
SALSA MAMASITA – A NEW DIMENSION OF MY RIDES
After a long wait, from the surprise box, Mamasita has stepped out. This is my new 29er bike. Shifting from 26 inches to 29 was a revolution for me… and this time I tought BIG.
To be more precise I will focus on a first ride review and the impressions I had on a frame with a well studied geometry adapted rather for racing than for commuting or any other bike styles. Immediately after building the bike I went on a warm up ride and the second day, together with Robi, Vlad and Voicu I embarked on a more tough ride (from my point of view, as I cycled only on the road this year) on the hills near Cluj.
From the first pedal strokes I was able to confirm: everything was written about the 29er advantages is real! I could feel it! I managed to climb up dusty roads, divided by rain ditches which would have created me great equilibrium troubles on my previous M sized Giant Terrago. The fast descents and the technical ones were not such a big problem anymore and I could approach them feeling more safe and without the sensation of tumbling over the handlebar, a total revolution… Also, the roots became little, more innocent and I could dominate their interference with the trails while flying over them…
Having new discs, the brake efficiency at these initial rides was weaker. I reached this conclusion in fatal moment in which I had to deal with a sudden bend at the end of a descent and when I felt that I rode faster than I should… I stirred in cold blood, I leaned laterally and miraculously I went on without any trouble. I repeated the experience and every time the stirring was precise like a surgeon’s cut.
To bring on some precise data, here you have a technical description of the bike:
Frameset: Salsa Mamasita L sized
Fork: RockShox Reba Race 29, 80mm,
Headset: Tune Bobo
Handlebar: Xtreme pro
Stem: Xtreme XCR
Seatpost: Truvativ XR
Brakes: Magura Louise BAT; 180 mm Alligator discs
Wheels: Velocity Aerohead; Shimano XT hubs
BB and cranks: Shimano XT Hollotech II
Casette: Shimano XT 11-32
Front derailleur: Shimano XT
Rear derailleur: Shimnao XT short cage
Shifters: Shimano XT
Seat: San Marco SKN
Tyres: Bontrager Jones ACX 2,2
Don’t you just dance Salsa, ride one!
I’ve been browsing the Thomson’s homepage looking at their stems and seatposts when I found their misssion sintetized in the qoutation below:
“Throughout The Centuries There Were Men
Who Took First Steps Down New Roads
Armed With Nothing But Their Own Vision” -Ayn Rand
Nice, isn’t it? Haven’t you felt the same while peddaling on desert paths?
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BANAT MOUNTAIN BIKE MARATHON – THE STORY OF A VICTORY
Together with three friends (three camarades) also dedicated to the two wheels revolution I got to the start line of the Garana mountian bike marathon, a few minutes before the beginning of the race. Being the last to fix the numbers on the hadlebars, we didn’t take a moment to wish each other good luck. I was never to meet them again in the following 5 hours …
Listening to music with an MP 3 player, isolated from the sound of changing gears and the roaring wind on the top of the hills, I got into the candence quite fast, a tonic cadence, a little aggressive, taking into account that I had been awake from 4 o’clock in the morning. I was overcoming some riders who were passing in front of me on the dusty, extremely rapid downhill sections.
Untill getting to Semenic peak (1446 meters) I was nearly to fall down somewhere in the Three Crosses area. This scared me a bit but made me concentrate more. I didn’t let myself carried away by the beauty of the Trei Ape Lake even tough, from a distance, a family in a boat were waving their hands. I knew that beyond this appearance there must be something tough. And it was!
I started a climbing in a forrest and it was steeper and steeper… I realised that the organizers gave me a wrong number as for the 50 kilomteres ride. I let them know the error and I went on. The forrest seemed eternal and of course that I was very happy getting to the rocky field at the bottom of Semenic Peak.
The crews of some eolian generators stood still there, with the rust colouring their white, immaculate paint.
I walked the last meters to Semenic, in the zoom of the photographers there, dreaming of a 29er wheel which could have helped me to surpass the little obsacles wich made me get down of the seat. The downhill section that followed ment a prayer for the sloping invetor. That sloping frame, was for me – as a less techincal cyclyst and too tall for the 18 inches Giant I rode – a revelation. Through the forrest, over roots, on singletrails, sometimes with my head down, I was flying without fear, more and more certain that I won’t fall over the handlebar. Finnnaly I went on a tough and tyring descent that followed a large rough road and then… all of a sudden, the second round!
At this poit the direction was similar to the first round but, at a certain place, at the lakeside the indicators pointed me other way. Here, alone in the forrest, on a road which was becoming more and more aggressive and muddy, I passed by huge fallen threes and I met the psychological barrier. The banana and the water at the last check point could hardly enter my stomach. I felt like vommiting fom all my body but I didn’t offered me any supplementary rest. Even tough the road wasn’t as tough as before, I still felt the fatigue into my shaking thighs and I slowed down a bit.
Undexpectedly, I noticed I cyclyst overcoming me. He smiled at me, probably fed up with so much solitude, but he went forwards ruthlessly, on his full suspention bike. I didn’t even notice that I would have liked to keep my pace when an explosion occurred: “I’M IN A COMPETITION!!!”. Then I launched myself after him. The distance between us became shorter and the fatigue became dispair as I wanted to overcome him untill the last descent to the finish line, where the single trail throgh threes would have made any overcoming impossible…
There followed a climbing and the other stepped town of the bicyle. This gave me a powerful bust. I increased the frequency at all costs because the advanteage gain with such ocasions is like winning the lottery. In my ears, Queen – “Hammer of fall”. Like a fugitive, I left in my back the organisers who were pointing the drection. The dusty single trail, roots, short bents as in a slalom, all these passed as in a fast farward movie.
I had crossed the finish line when I realised that the advantage I gain ment more than 10 minutes. Those minutes brought me a medal, a prize and a victory.
A SHORT MOVIE AND A INVITATION OF DAY DREAMING
By respecting the nature we can live in a more beautiful country.
Special thanks to Gabee and to Johnny Cash for his ring of fire..
IN DACIAN WORLD 22.06.2008
A new visit in the ancient dacian world makes me think how our capital would have looked like if it had been placed in the heart of the mountains and if it had been named Sarmizegetusa…
Biking, I could enter some hidden paths and I reached places where electricity is only a dream despite the fact that there is people living… a rivulet on whose way we pedaled was lost itself under the mountain and it has also a beautiful name: Ponor.
Here you have some pictures:
The man’s Glade
A house on the Ponor valley
The snakelike shape of the Ponor rivulet
The golden reflections of the beautiful day to come… in Ocolisu Mare.
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