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Ragley Production shots – live from the factory
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Forex: GBP/USD: The Pound climbs to 1.5090/15100 area after ADP report
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Trying again – mmmBop is in Almaty, Kazakhstan!
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Can’t wait to get Twinklydave on a new bike
From – http://www.twinklydave.com/wordpress/?p=352
“You see Dave, the thing about the latches on all these gates” I thought to myself – without even realising I was talking to myself in the third person – “is that there’s no consistency to them”. I fumbled around with the rather poor quality metal hook jammed into a small hole in the wooden gatepost and hauled the gate open just in time to hear the familiar rumble of a bike skipping over rocks behind me.
I’d become strangely obsessed with the locks on the gates Jason and I had past through during the day, there had been a lot of them you see, lots of different types – some great ones that meant you could almost get through without unclipping feet from pedals and some that appeared to have been made out of whatever was knocking about in the landowners pocket last time he was there. I’d started to get a bit excited about getting to a gate with a “good” latch and a bit angry about finding a gate with a poor quality latch (and don’t even ask about my reaction when we discovered the “Padlock = FAIL” gate later in the ride…oh my word!).
I looked up from my lock based meditations to see Jase grinning a rock-jarred grin. “We’ve bloody earned this” he shouted as he swooped past with speed built up from a descent down South Head that had, up until that point, lasted a good few minutes. I didn’t have the heart to tell him about the short, steep, rocky climb I could see on the other side of the gate…we had earned the descent, the hard way. I’d enjoyed every second of not having to pedal to propel myself forward for a bit and the chance to swoop the bike from slightly bermed corner to slightly bermed corner over loose rocks and I didn’t see any reason to spoilt it for him.
I think he already knew he’d soon be grovelling up a climb anyway. The pattern of the day’s ride (up – down – up – down – up – down – wonder where the flat bit is – up – down – up – down – repeat) had been set over 11 hours ago on the Mary Towneley Loop and looking off into the distance ahead of us there was no sign of it changing. The horizon was still, as it had been all for much of the day, just the top of the next hill.
The snicking sound of a chain being pulled across a rear cassette in search of a smaller gear and a frustrated “Gawd, for fuc….” followed by some heavy breathing told me the climb had been started as I rehooked the gate closed behind me and prepared myself for more riding.
We were about 95 miles (the vast majority of which had been off road) into the ride at this point and were starting to run out of light to play about in after setting off at just before 7am from Summit, to ride round the Mary Towneley Loop and see how much of the Pennine Bridleway we could manage in a day.
Most people (and all the route guides we could find) had suggested that the MTL alone was best ridden over 2 days and the same advice had been given for the PBW as well, but we’d chosen to ignore this in favour of…well, we’d just chosen to ignore it to be honest. We had both ridden the MTL challenge (a timed lap of the Loop with the tag line “can you ride it all in a day?!”) before without too much trouble and had both ridden sections of the Pennine Bridleway on separate occasions so sticking everything together just seemed like a natural (if mildly daft) progression, especially when we discovered that Nick Craig had attempted the same ride before and managed it in just under 12 hours.
The MTL had been dispatched without too much trouble first (save the godawful hour I had to get up at, in order to be in the middle of nowhere with a bike at 6.30am) in about 6hours including faff stops. A short break to re oil chains and pour more water into bottles back at the cars was the only real pause in the day’s riding, itself lasting no more than 10 or so minutes, before we headed back out joking to each other about “not even being nearly halfway yet” and having just completed the “longest warm up in history”.
Thankfully the rain that had been hanging around as we started the ride had dispersed quite nicely throughout the morning and by the time we rounded our first reservoir on the PBW we were being gently warmed by the sun. The occasional shower had kept us guessing whether we would get a right soaking, as we followed the bridleway over hill and dale, but by the bottom of the decent from South Head we were skimming over dusty trails and remarking on the nice sunset visible over the top of the next hill.
It was a lovely sunset. Unfortunately the fact that the sun was going down meant our epic (we felt the ride had earned that title by now) had to finish soon. As I hopped the bike up a step in the climb and took a deep breath I started to wonder where we could end the ride and get picked up from. Further up the trail Jase was contemplating the same thing, though I doubt he was measuring it in gates like I was at that point. A glance at the route map at the next gate stop (another irritating metal-hook-on-chain type affair that increased faffing time, should you be interested in the type of lock it had) suggested that Wormhill would be a good village to stop following the bridleway at; it would allow the 100 mile marker to come and go with little chance of us being caught out halfway up a hill by the encroaching darkness and meant we could easily nip onto the main road into Buxton to rendezvous with our lift back the cars (kindly provided by Deb).
Tired arms and sore hands wrestled handlebars across more rough and rocky terrain as we made our way along the remaining few miles and although we were both happy to hit the relative smoothness of a minor road on the final run in to Wormhill I think we were both slightly disappointed that we couldn’t end the ride at the official end of the trail. The mild disappointment didn’t last too long however, in fact once in the van it seemed to be quashed quite easily by a big bag of The Best Chips In The World…right up until the point where Jase turned round and said “don’t you get the feeling that it would be a great ride if we started it at the other end?”
Geeky Stats:
Time taken: 13hrs including faff stops
Distance: 103.56 miles
Climbing: 5452 metres
Crashes: 1 (me, unsurprisingly)
Mechanicals: No biggies, though Jason’s rear brake pads are now being held in by a spoke…
I’ll stick the average riding speed up once I’ve figured it outshedfire
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轉寄: Alloy Frame testing – crack and FAIL!
Because of the tough new CEN legislation for frame strength, we test all our frames on violent test rigs, not to MEET the standard, but to easily EXCEED it.
We started the testing with the alloy frame with the most difficult step for an alloy frame – the fatigue test for pedaling forces. The target is 100000 cycle, but the frame cracked at 69137 cycles.
From the photo, the crack from the seat tube, the seat tube thickness is 1.6mm at the base, and to start with, we thought maybe we should hoik up the wall thickness to 2.2mm. But then, we looked closer, and we give up this idea, because we find the key point .
To make this joint, normally the factory cut the tubing according to the joint angle, then put BB, D/T, S/T, H/T ,TT at same tooling, clamping all parts, and point welding. Then welding whole circle. This is how most alloy frames are made. For normal thickness tubing, this way is ok, but for thin tubing, we must make the seat tube joint to the BB much stronger.
So – to fix this, we’re going to do this. Do it right. We will keep the same tubing spec. But first, we weld the seat tube to the BB. After that step, we just can put ( BB+S/T) + DT+TT+HT together at in the jig for more welding. Our factory already use this kind processing for lightweight alloy racing frames, but this time the welder must have looked it as a sample and didn’t follow the standard step.
So – there’s new version being made now, but we thought you’d like to see the cracked one, so you can see why we try and do things better, do ’em right, and do ’em without just throwing more metal at the problem.
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Ragley Blue Pig Secrets
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