And to think I get nervous riding across wet tram tracks…
And to think I get nervous riding across wet tram tracks…
Thought this one was a bit strange…
Another vintage bike catalogue from another famous English framebuilder.
Jack Taylor produced his first frame in 1936, and the family continued to build frames until the 1990’s. They were well regarded for their quality, enough for my dad to spend £430 in 1977 money (£2,700 in today’s quids, or $4,900 in Aussie dollars) on a Jack Taylor tourer with a custom built frame.
My dad was a pretty frugal sort of bloke, so for him to spend that much money on a bike he must’ve been pretty impressed.
He never rode the Jack Taylor much, I think he preferred his Bob Jackson, or maybe he was just saving the Jack Taylor for best. It’s still sitting in my mum’s garage, waiting for me to restore it.
I found something special recently. Well, to be more correct, my mum found something special and gave it to me. This is a catalogue from Bob Jackson Cycles in Leeds.
Bob Jackson is still a going concern, and several of the models in these pages are still available. They will also build custom frames.
We have it because my dad bought a Bob Jackson tourer when he lived in Cambridge in 1976. I have the receipt – he paid £199 from Ben Hayward & Son, ‘Cycle, Radio & Electrical Agents’ of Trumpington Street, Cambridge.
That’s about £1460 in 2014 money.
It was a magnificent bike, and he rode it thousands of kilometres around the UK, then brought it back to Australia.
In fact, he was almost certainly riding it the day I was born. He was touring around northern Victoria with a group of school kids, because he was a teacher and used to take groups of students on multi-day touring trips. I was born a few weeks early, and this being many years before the invention of the mobile phone, it was several days before he was able to be tracked down.
My mum forgave him.
When I got a bit older, he took me along on some of these trips. It’s pretty unequivocal that that’s where my love of cycling came from.
He rode that bike to work nearly every day. That was when nobody rode bikes.
So Bob Jackson is a name that I’ve known my whole life. They’re beautiful frames, one of the most revered of English frame builders, and still sought after.
My dad is no longer with us, but his Bob Jackson is still in the family. I’m just waiting to grow into it.
I’m not sure of the date this was published. I found another catalogue dated 1993, but that is not in colour. I suspect dad was sniffing around for a possible N+1 opportunity, but it was vetoed by my school fees. This may be from around the same time, but I’m not enough of an expert on components from the 1970’s/80’s/90’s to be able to tell.
This is Octave Lapize.
He won the 1910 Tour de France, and a bronze medal in the 1908 Olympics. He won Paris-Roubaix three times, in 1909, 1910 and 1911.
He is famous for, on the Col du Tourmalet during the 1010 Tour, yelling at race organisers “Vous êtes des assassins! Oui, des assassins!”
That day was 326km over seven major climbs. On unsealed roads. On a heavy fixed gear bike. I see his point.
He went on to become a fighter pilot in the French army, and was shot down and killed over Moselle, in the Lorraine region of France.
A cycling legend and a fighter pilot. What a charismatic man.
An alternate Tour de France 2014 drinking game. Submissions welcome via Twitter.
Update Stage 16!
Due to a number of rider withdrawals, some of these rules no longer apply. I will strike them from the game and replace them with some new rules.
Adam Hansen’s carbon shoes
A chateau and/or ruins
A sticky bottle
Phil Sherwen says “in the month of March/April/May/June”
Paul Liggett gets a rider’s name wrong
Sherliggett explains what the different coloured jerseys mean
Contador gets out of the saddle
Marcel Kittel’s hair
Gabriel Gate uses butter
You realise you’ve fallen asleep
A rider with a moustache
An English rider
“Riding himself into form” (thanks to @ozwinereview)
NEW someone mentions “echelons”
NEW someone mentions how passionate/crazy the Basque fans are
NEW “former mountain bike rider”
Thomas Voeckler’s Sex Face (#voecklersexface)
Jens Voigt attacks
Phil or Paul mentions that Jens Voigt is old
Any retired doper is mentioned
A spectator interferes with a rider
Chris Froome loses time on a stage (to anyone in the top ten)
NEW Anyone mentions Bradley Wiggins
A Frenchman wins a stage
Any rider with a race number finishing with a 1 retires from the race
Chris Froome, Alberto Contador or Vincenzo Nibali win a stage
Like most adults who ride bikes, I also own and drive a car.
Cars are useful. They’re good for getting to places that are too far away to ride to. They’re good for carrying things.
Sadly, this week my beloved 1997 Subaru reached that point where the repairs required to keep it on the road will cost more than the value of the car. Now that the sobbing fits have passed (we had some great times, me and the Suby) I’m shopping for a new motor.
Now, apart from all of the usual factors that go into choosing a car (small matters of aesthetics, driveability, fuel economy, value, safety, practicality, space for a bike in the back), it’s worth noting that many car companies also sponsor cycling in various forms.
Lots of car manufacturers are actively marketing to cyclists through sponsorship of teams, races, TV programmes or by producing bikes themselves.
Let’s have a look. Maybe being a cyclist-friendly brand could be the edge that tips me into choosing one make over another.
If I’ve missed any, let me know on the Twitter!
Subaru is one brand that has cultivated an outdoorsy image, particularly with its off-road vehicles like the Forester and Outback. The company clearly sees a lot of overlap between its customers and people who ride bikes, and it spends a lot of money sponsoring Australian cycling.
Apart from being the naming-rights sponsor for Australia’s top domestic road race series, the Subaru National Road Series (NRS), Subaru also sponsors the SBS TV show ‘Subaru World of Cycling’ and hosts a web page featuring race reports and videos featuring the likes of BMX champion Caroline Buchanan.
Subaru was the vehicle sponsor for Orica-GreenEdge for the first two years of the team’s life (but not for this year).
UPDATE 24/6/2014: Subaru is now a major sponsor of the Tour Down Under, in a deal that will run from 2015-2017. According to the press release:
“Subaru Australia has entered into a three-year agreement commencing , and will supply vehicles for use during the event. It will also become naming rights sponsor of the Subaru King of the Mountain.”
The press release also reveals that Subaru also sponsors the Australian Mountain Bike Season, so add that to the list.
The Czech brand is owned by VW, and has been a hugely visible cycling sponsor over the last few years. Skoda is a major sponsor of the Tour De France, including naming rights for the white jersey for best young rider.
Skoda is a sponsor of Australia’s biggest tour, the Tour Down Under, too.
Skoda also advertises heavily during cycling TV coverage, is a major advertiser on several major cycling websites and magazines including The Roar (which I write for) and RIDE magazine.
They’ve produced videos with Aussie cycling legend Phil Anderson.
Locally, Essendon Skoda sponsors the Kelly Cycling NRS team.
Jaguar is famously a major sponsor of Team Sky, providing vehicles to the team and top riders.
The local Australian arm of the company is also keen to promote itself to cyclists, by engaging in events with local partners like Soigneur.cc. I was lucky enough to be invited on a Soigneur ride paid for by Jaguar last year, with Richie Porte in attendance (read about it here).
Jaguar Australia’s local management counts a few cyclists amongst their ranks, not least Brand Manager Mark Eedle, who certainly convinced me that the company is serious about attracting the kind of energetic people who cycle to their brand.
The company also sponsors a monthly photo competition on CyclingTips.
Volvo, through Melbourne dealer Altitude Volvo, is the 2014 vehicle sponsor for Orica-GreenEdge in general, and Simon Gerrans in particular.
Perhaps surprising given Holden’s V8-powered macho image and the frequency with which I seem to get buzzed or abused by some dickhead driving one of their cars, Holden sponsors a women’s NRS team.
Maybe they’re trying to make it up to us.
Suzuki is a sponsor of the Suzuki-Brumby’s women’s NRS team, and has been since the team began in 2010. It’s one of the top women’s NRS teams, and counts the likes of Rebecca Wiasak and Emily Roper among its riders.
— Suzuki Brumby’s (@SuzukiCycling) May 17, 2014
The Italian marque is a partner of and official supplier of vehicles to British Cycling.
Sadly, these brands seem to have drifted away from cycling, but they have a storied history with bikes that deserves a mention.
Renault was a team sponsor of one of cycling’s greatest teams in the late 1970’s to mid-1980’s, winning multiple Tours de France, world championships and classics with three greats, Bernard Hinault, Laurent Fignon and Greg Lemond.
Their jersey is still a classic.
Few car makers have such a long history with cycling as Peugeot, which of course also makes bikes (although these no longer seem to be sold in Australia).
In fact, the first proper road bike I ever owned was a Peugeot Tourmalet steel-framed 12-speed, which my dad bought second-hand for $180 and is still sitting in the garage at home.
The company sponsored one of cycling’s all-time great teams, right from its inception in 1892. The first official Peugeot team started in 1901, and continued until 1986 (picking up ten Tour de France wins, and numerous classics, world championships and others along the way).
After 1986, DS Roger Legeay took over, leading it through various incarnations but probably best remembered by younger fans as Gan and Credit-Agricole.
Some people do things on bikes that are so awesome it’s almost obscene. Italian trials superstar Vittorio Brumotti is one of them.
I definitely won’t be trying any of this on my ride home.
This is a tribute to Martyn Ashton’s jaw-dropping Road Bike Party series.
Man, it was perfect. A cyclist’s natural enemies brought together in time and space in one crystalline fragment.
A cock in a suit driving a BMW convertible.
A tradie in a 4×4 ute behind him.
Fucking Camberwell. Serial bugbear of my commute, a deadening beige epicentre of white middle class entitlement and fucking clueless drivers.
I once knew a girl from Camberwell who told me, without a trace of irony, that her parents bought a Porsche Cayenne because it was the only car that could fit their golf clubs in.
Under a brilliant moon and clear skies, the stage was set.
The silver-haired salesman in the BMW was pulling out of a T-junction into the paused traffic. I saw him from 100m away, his black surrogate penis flopped arrogantly across two lanes as he tried to squish it in.
I watched him closely, hoping to catch his eye. Twenty seconds?
He stared resolutely left, refusing to acknowledge the oncoming traffic. The traffic refused to budge.
One of the perks of riding a bike is that when the cars are all stopped, often you are not.
Not all drivers have noticed.
He was stopped, blocking my lane entirely.
I rolled slowly and deliberately into the right lane, towards his right flank, aiming to glide through the small space between his car and the hatchback he was propositioning. Without a glance in my direction, he pushed further out, and the space abruptly vanished.
“Hello?!” – I half enquired as I changed direction, 300 flashing lumens of LED light rolled across his dawning perception as he finally looked in my direction.
Wheeling around behind his car, I rode on, saying not a word more.
“Hello?!” – like a rag to a bull.
He drove past, swearing and gesticulating.
I’ve found drivers hate it when you point out they drive like gormless shits, no matter how gently.
I responded with the universal symbol for “Look where you’re bloody going!” and that was that.
As the traffic light turned red, the tradie speeds up to me, window down, to defend BMW-cock’s honour.
“YOU NEED TO PULL YOUR FUCKING HEAD IN MATE, YOU THINK YOU OWN THE ROAD, YOU FUCKING HIT HIS CAR, SLOW DOWN!”
Me (mentally tallying up his Herald-Sun Bingo score): “I didn’t hit him, I just told him to look where he was going!”
Him: “YOU FUCKING HIT HIS CAR!”
Me: “I didn’t touch his bloody car, I was watching him for 20 seconds, he pulled out without looking and I told him so!”
Him: “PULL YOUR HEAD IN MATE OR I’LL GET OUT OF THE CAR AND GET THE CROWBAR OUT OF THE BACK!”
Me: “Well, I don’t think that’s necessary… I told you, I didn’t touch his car, I just told him to look where he’s going. I’m not an idiot!”
Him (realising he stepped over the line): “Yeah OK.”
I rode off wondering how many of these the tradesman has read, to keep his anger and resentment simmering and so ready to boil over at such a slight provocation.
How wound up does a man need to be, to threaten to beat me with a crowbar for telling another driver – who he didn’t even know – to pay more attention?
As I rolled on home, collecting my thoughts, the arrogant BMW driver and the angry tradie continued to sit in the motionless traffic.
Another day in the War On Our Roads.
Brisbane’s Courier Mail has released shocking news about cyclists not keeping their agreement with Queensland motorists.
“THEY were the changes supposed to make our roads safer, but just days after the Newman Government introduced new cycling legislation, bike riders have failed to meet their end of the bargain.”
Oh, shit, no! Those ungrateful bastards.
“In the first police snapshot of the laws in action, Queensland officers have handed out 88 traffic infringement notices to cyclists flouting the state’s road rules.”
That’s 44 per day! In a state with a population of over 4.7 million
(That’s less than 1/100,000 people)
“The number of fines, issued over a two-day period as part of Operation Cycle Safe in Queensland’s north, stand in contrast to the number of motorists caught disobeying the new safe passing laws – zero.”
Well, this sounds terrible. Those naughty rule-breaking cyclists compared to law-abiding motorists.
But hang on a second, that’s a comparison of cyclists breaking ANY road rule, against motorists breaking a single, brand new, road rule.
To be a fair comparison, we have to ask how many motorists in sunny Queensland break ANY road rule, per day.
Luckily, the Queensland Police publish this data. And we can read it here.
In 2011/2012, drivers in Queensland committed the following traffic offenses:
Red light Cameras
Mobile Speed Cameras
Fixed speed cameras
Yes, that’s right, in 2011/2012, Queensland drivers were fined for breaking traffic rules an average of 1743 times per day.
That’s 39.6 TIMES the number of cyclists fined per day in the recent blitz, every single day of the year.
So, tell me again who’s not holding up their end of the bargain?
I’ve received some good suggestions on ways to improve this quick and dirty comparison:
1) Compare the number of people using each mode of transport to estimate fines per person (or distance travelled) per day
2) Use an annualised figure for cyclist fines.
I will have a go at these in a later post. If anyone has any relevant data please post links in the comments.