WHERE TO BUY USED ROAD BIKES. TREK WOMEN BIKES
Where To Buy Used Road Bikes
- A bicycle that is suitable for use on ordinary roads, as opposed to a mountain bike
- A motorcycle that meets the legal requirements for use on ordinary roads
- (Road biking) Road cycling is the most widespread form of cycling. It takes place primarily on paved surfaces. It includes recreational, racing, and utility cycling.
- (Road bike) A road bicycle is similar to a racing bicycle. However, road bikes are built more for endurance and less for fast bursts of speed, which is desired in a racing bicycle. They usually have more gear combinations and fewer hi-tech racing features.
- (Road Bike) Another name for a bike most of us know as a 10 speed. This is a bicycle designed for riding on the road and built for speed. It has dropped handlebars, for aerodynamic purposes, narrow tires and is lightweight.
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Raynal tune up in Chilton
We all met at Tom?s house in Hartlepool ready to set off to the start point. So here we are 10:15 Saturday morning, scuttling up the gutter at the side of a bleak Durham dual carriage way. The road surface would not be out of place on a lunar landscape, the traffic is heavy, it's cold, wet and blowing a gale. Ahead of me in the murk, I can just see my travelling companion Stewart on his Honda PF50 (stands for Pretty Fast). As I start to pedal against the wind and rain I think back to how we came to be here on the C2C this year. It all began when having snapped the fan belt of my Solex Flash and had to retire on last years event, John Shaw said “next year we should do it on something really feeble, our friction drivers?” I agreed even though the only friction driver I had then was my Solex 2200 and I would not attempt to go as far as the shops on that (Yes you do, I?ve seen you!) When I got back to France and told Stewart how things had gone he said that he would like to do it next year and would also find a suitable machine. We both set about sorting out transport and as a result Stewart rebuilt his Honda which was bought as a scrapper for 50 euros and I set about my Peugeot Bima. (Unlike some people neither of us cares what others ride as long as we are not expected to do the same and it does not scare the horses). By Christmas both rebuilds were well under way but John?s plans were now changing and he was heading off down the BSA Winged Wheel route. Anyway we all progressed towards running machines and after much pre-event testing on the empty roads of France, ended up at the start and set off into the rather unpromising morning. As the rain eased a little I caught site of John?s bare legs flailing away at the pedals of the BSA and thought that as nothing had fallen off the Bima yet I would risk trying to catch up. As I hauled the throttle open I saw that we were all turning left onto a minor road so I cancelled the overtake and started the slow down procedure instead. Note both machines are fitted with ABS in the form of heavy walking boots. Once safely on the minor road, with the weather improving, I started pressing on again and inched passed the Winged Wheel. Shortly afterwards I entered a sweeping right hand bend and the engine died, fortunately there was a lay-by on the left so I pulled in as the speed fell away. Looking back I saw John pulling over too, but as he passed me I also saw that he had trouble, as what appeared to be a jet of fuel was spewing from the side of his fuel tank! As he came to a halt he gracefully threw the bike on its side and at the same time plugged the leak with his thumb. Suddenly there were lots of stopped bikes and helpful hands. John had lost his fuel tap so a search party retraced the fuel trail back up the road and found most of the missing bits. While John affected a repair to his machine which included bits of wire and insulation tape donated by Stewart I looked for my problem and found I had no spark. Martin of very original Mobylette fame kindly offered to take the Bima off my hands if I could not fix it, but fortunately I found a spark and we were all off again in improving weather. Not wishing to tempt fate further I tucked in between John and Stewart until we got to the pub at Chilton. After a brief halt and photo shoot we puttered away again for the run in to the lunch stop at Staindrop but not before Tom?s bike had shown just how difficult it could be when it did not want to start. With things starting to settle down a bit I was able to start taking an interest in the rest of the field. Cyclemasters look entertaining but judging by the fairly constant pedalling, hills could be hard work. Raleighs and Mobylettes were steaming past on the flat but seemed to lose a little on the hills. There was quite a gaggle of Fizzys not having the same problem on the hills and also seemed to be enjoying their trip. The Winged Wheel was setting a good pace in our little group but was limited by its overall gearing. Stewart's Honda appeared to be doing what they do so well, that is being reliable, using no fuel and passing me on all the hills! We reached the point where I broke down last year and I noted there were no bouquets of flowers rotting by the roadside so I didn?t stop and pressed on to the lunch halt at Staindrop. Fish and chips are a real treat for those of us who live in France but before we could race off on the afternoon section we watched Tom remove the rear section of his bike's exhaust which seemed to have become unstuck, this was donated to Stewart?s brother carefully wrapped in chip paper by John. Paul, Stewart?s brother with Lynda, Stewart?s wife were following as support and unofficial camera crew. Staindrop to High Force was fairly uneventful and as the weather was set fair, the bikes running well and me and the Bima knew our place, it was very pleasant. The only incident was when Stewart didn?t pass me on a hill and I had to wait for him. Turned out his
Over 500 miles bike ride to Idaho. Sept - Oct 2007
P9190225. Photo: Patterson, WA A Bike tour From Portland (Troutdale) to Bonner's Ferry, Idaho. Eleven days of riding 530 miles (plus 40 miles of hitching). The return was made on the Empire Builder Amtrak train at Sandpoint, ID. For the tour Matt and Carye bought new custom built Bike Friday (www.bikefriday.com) folding bikes that are made in Eugene, Oregon. Neither Carye or Matt own cars, so investing in a reliable, flexible bike for travel was important. However the bikes arrived two days before leaving, so getting used to new bikes while on the road, was literally a pain in the butt! By the end of the trip, gears, seat and handle bar placement, and proper riding shoes were figured out. Everyday of the ride had awesome weather (not too hot, not rainy), and Carye and Matt met many friendly people, ate as much pizza and icecream as desired, and enjoyed some beautiful scenery (though Washington wheat fields get dull to the eyes after 20 miles). The fourth day brought bad luck - 4 flats (at once!) caused by Goathead thorns, and wind in the face most the day. Also a family of earwigs hitched a ride in C & M's camping gear, and it took about a week to finally see the last one. Idaho is a cyclist paradise (what a secret). From The State Border near Coere D'Alene to just before Bonner's Ferry, there were many bike paths, nice scenery, and most flat routes. Day 1:Troutdale to Hood River (55.6 miles) Highlights: Gorgeous Columbia River (Get the bike map from ODOT). Ride to Council Crest, Ride by Falls, bike-ped paths on the old historic highway. The campground listed on the bike map for Hood River was not there. We decided to treat ourselves and stayed at the Hood River downtown hotel. Hood River is a super nice town - though sad the Carousel Art Museum is closed and moving elsewhere. Also on this route, between Cascade Locks and Wyeth, do not take the Wyeth Bench Rd (aka Herman Creek Rd), it is a horrible grade hill, and you are better off taking the I-84. Note about I-84, it's not the most pleasant experience, but it's not bad, In order to bike to Hood River, you will need to get on I-84 at several points - The shoulder is pretty wide at most places, and it's a good idea to wear some bright orange! Day 2: Hood River to Maryhill, WA (52.5 miles) Highlights: The old historic highway section is really neat: it goes through the Mosier Tunnels (now just for ped/bike), The section through Mosier town, and to Rowena's Crest was on low traffic streets. No need to get on I-84 at all all the way to the Dalles. The crossing over to Washington on the bridge in the Dalles was difficult. It was so windy and the sidewalk so narrow we had to walk. Biking to hwy 14 across the wind was also difficult. But once on hwy 14 heading East, the wind was at our bikes, and we cruised past the Maryhill Museum (Too late in the day to stop!) and stayed at the Maryhill State Park (back down by the river). Day 3: Maryhill to Crow Butte (58.2 miles) Highlights: Cruising sometimes 20 miles an hour easily with the wind at our back on Hwy 14. Lovely more deserty scenery, waving to trains. A Stop at Stonehenge. From the campground, we hitched a ride in a pickup back up the top of the hill to hwy 14. The road was a major truck route, and the shoulder was pretty much missing for the first section of the hill, we decided htiching was the safest option. We enjoyed stopping at America's Stonehenge. I had been there before, but never thought I'd bike all the way! Crow Butte park was father than we thought. We could see it, but then had to ride about 4 miles all the way around and out to it. The RV park was expensive, and did not offer "primitive camper" sites. Day 4: Crow Butte, WA to Hat Rock Park, OR Highlights: Early morning hike past deer to the top of Crow Butte. Discovering the way over the I-82 - there is a bike route, but you need to go on the may freeway before the bike route appears, then you exit, cross under and go over on the otherside. Umatilla was nice little town to check out. At first we were excited about the Lewis & Clark Bike/Ped Bath, but it turned into a bad situation. The wind in the gorge changed from E to W today, so we had to push hard for 20 miles, going about 5-8 miles an hour. Very hard reality after the day before. The road moved away from the Gorge and was now less interesting. Onion (Walla Walla) trucks passed us all day, leaving onion skin trails. We crossed back to Oregon, and instead of the main road decided to follow the Lewis & Clark trail to Hat Rock State Park. Unfortunately it turned into a bad idea. The path was badly marked and kept changing from paved to shared road, to bark-dirt to gravel. After a gravel section we discovered that we had rode through thorns and had 4 flats at once. We pulled out 15-30 thorns and only had two new tubes, One tube needed to be patched 7 times. We were able to ride out to the main road and hitched a ride with a priest. The State park had a comm