[sub]–Henri Desgrange, L’Équipe article of 1902[/sub]
Today I joined the club. The few, the proud, the completely nuts, people who ride skimpy little bikes with no gears that won’t even coast. Yes, today I bough a Bianchi Pista track bike (with front brake).
My six year old mountain bike has held up well, and will continue to see service when I can afford to rebuild the rear wheel, and replace the entire drivetrain and upgrade to v-brakes. But as my daily ride, and work bike (I’m a bike messenger) it has been replaced.
A fixed gear bike is different than the bikes most of us are used to. There are no different gears. You have just one ratio to fit all your needs. That one gear is also a fixed relationship between pedal speed and wheel movement. If the wheel’s moving, the pedals are as well, and vice versa. None of that coasting, no moving the pedals backwards to a more desirable spot.
Honestly, this whole fixed-gear thing is kind of scary. I mean, I can’t stop pedalling on it. I can try, but it just yanks my feet around. This is taking some getting used to. Whenever I see a bump on the ground, my natural reaction is to try to coast over it. When I use the brake, I try to stop pedalling. If I’m next to a curb, I try to keep a pedal above it and coast along to eke out that much more space.
I’ll admit, I was, not too long ago, opposed to the idea of such a bike, but have yielded to peer pressure. Many, probably most, of my fellow bike messengers use these sort of bikes. Many even forgo the brake, having perfected the track skid (stop pedalling, thus making the wheel stop, far easier said than done), but this is not for beginners. When it came time to retire or repair my old bike (Tuesday, due to a broken spoke), I had made up my mind. I took the day off work, which nicely coincided with a mildly twisted ankle I wanted to give a day to feel better, and found my new love.
Tomorrow I suppose is the trial by fire on the mean streets of Boston. I’m all tingly with excitement at the prospect. There is such a fine line between being “in the zone” and being “scared shitless”. Aside from the North Washington Street Bridge, I’m pretty constantly in the former condition, but this changes things. Hopefully for the better.
After all, fixed-gear riding is supposed to offer a better feel than regular biking. The bike becomes more of an extension of the rider, not insulating him from the terrain, allowing him to shift his weight more precisely to maintain balance, using pain to remind him of the slope. Also, there’s the sheer simplicity of it, no derailleurs to break. And, most appealing to me, is the way a track bike embodies minimalism. I love minimalism.
So, before I bore everyone to death, is there anyone else that does this sort of thing? Come, share stories, advice, etc. etc. Beer’s on me.