The nice freight delivery man spent several extra minutes trying to find my house, but then saw me waving at him from down the block.  He stopped by, and dropped off a big cardboard box.  I had to sign lots of paperwork.

What could be inside?

I painstakingly spent the next hour with my trusty opinel No5, clearing away cardboard and pallet-wrap- and this is what was inside!
Presenting ZwarteHond, my Azor-Workcycles Kruisfame. *Happy Sigh* Now I guess I’m just another Dutch bike blogger.

3 Speeds are also right for me

I think Velouria is right. I rode in a short event ride this past weekend, with maybe thirty or forty other riders.  This was only my second event/group ride, and the first I did not hold back on. (I played tail-end charlie on the Iowa City Tweed Ride and held rear guard for some slower riders, having turned on my tail-lights and blinkies to be nice and visible on that grey April day).

The ride was an easy 18 miles down and back on one of the local trails.  I started towards the rear of the stream, and just kept pace and passed other riders when I felt comfortable.

Now I was riding the only bike I have, my Felt Cafe 3.  It has a Shimano Nexus 3 speed internal geared hub, and big 700C tyres.  It has a generic mountain bike stem, and some Wald cruiser handlebars, set up backwards and high. Much more comfortable to ride than stock. There is no getting around the fact that I’m sitting bolt upright and not at all aerodynamic.

The ride out was mostly a long shallow climb, and the people I passed were all the folks on knobby-tyred mountain and what passed for ‘comfort bikes’  8 years ago. Then I passed a few others, and some more riders, a club I guess, pulled off for recreational libations at a park pavillion. There were no other riders in front of me, and I relaxed just a little and went at a comfortable pace as my metabolism and aerobics got situated.  About the fastest speed I got on the level with the headwind, was 21mph, in third gear.

There was a series of stops, as the trail crossed some county roads, and I waited on some traffic. At this point, a recumbent had pulled up behind me, and some other bicyclists further back.  I just kept on, and finished the remaining few miles with the recumbent close behind. I wasn’t pushing, just going swift and smooth and enjoying myself.

The recumbent cyclist and I pulled into the trail-head parking lot, which was the turn around point - and we were the first two there.  We confirmed to each other that we were both riding in the event (we had declined to wear the sponsor T-shirt), and as he looks over the Felt he goes “Wow, that’s a three speed. You were going fast.”  At this point the rest of the cyclists behind us pull in- they all knew each other, and he announces to all of them “Hey guys, it’s a three speed!”   At which point these six or seven other riders are all going. “Wow, that’s alot of work,  nice biking. How much do you do in a year?”   Talk about ego stroking.  Two of the nice lady bikers were both enamored and weirded out about my Sackville seat-bag. 
  “It is like something- It looks like it belongs in a movie!”   So Grant, I guess that is a positive comment.

Everyone snacked and made polite conversation,  I fueled up on gatorade cut with water and baklava from my extra special favourite local Russian Cafe.
We all rode back together, and I came up in the rear.  It was interesting to watch these riders. They were on average road bikes, or 28” wheeled hybrids. They shifted so much.

One of them remarked again, how much work I had to be doing with three speeds.
“Not really!”  And seriously, I wasn’t.  Three speeds. I pick whichever of the gears lets me keep a fast easy 70-80 rpm cadence, and I go down the road as fast as that rpm will comfortably let me. If it is a bit of a climb, of course I’ll end up slower than that, but otherwise that is how it is.

I stopped for a bit to switch out of my cotton dress shirt and wicking sport shirt to put on my wool high collar sweater, as it had started to rain.  This was still a bit bracing. (I really need to get a shell-garment)   We all went our specific ways at the end of the ride.   It was fun, and I learned some things.

I met this serpent yesterday, as I was biking along. Going at a nice slow speed on a soft path, really allows for a great view of wildlife up high or down low. I thought he was a bullsnake, but now I believe he is a youngish Prairie Kingsnake or a Northern water snake. Some sort of innocuous snake at any rate, pleasant and of no harm.

I biked, and biked and biked some more, then I got a dipped cone at the not Tastee-Freeze. I passed 200 miles on the bike’s odometer.  LovelyBicycle’s photos are extremely inspiring. Olympus EP-1 with the Fearsome Fujian 25mm TV lens

My Felt Cafe3.
When I originally bought this last July, I had not owned a bicycle for 18 odd years.  I knew I wanted something reasonably austere and reasonably stylish.  What I kept going back to, in my head was an old three speed I had in the early 80s, that was all-about fine. I don’t remember too much about it,  it was probably dead stock, and decidedly old looking by 1985.   I was later gifted a generic 80s steel framed 10-speed of domestic name brand.
But anyway, the Felt. I tried out the Electra Townie at the bike shop and the Amsterdam, but they were a little too ‘comfort’ bike.  I opted for the Felt Cafe3 without a test ride (the shop had to order it)  and to my delight when it arrived, it was a reasonably perfect fit.  So I paid for it, and began my modern era of bicycling. Then I found the webcomic Yehuda Moon and the Kickstand Cyclery…

It’s a light, surprisingly fast bike. I did not like being leaned over with half my weight on the bars though, and the pinch-stem did not seem to hold the handlebars all that tight. I tried to tighten them, shim them, and eventually just had the stem replaced with a pop-top generic mountain bike stem, and the bars were replaced with some wide Walls-bars. Then I could raise the seat.   Pedals replaced for some skeletonized grippy things.  Then the rear rack, and  Selle An Atomica seat, gewgaws, and finally a Sackville Small bag from Rivendell.

Basically, I have half- Van Sweringen’d the thing. And it gets me around nicely.

Break seatpost quick-release binder.  Drive to bike store to purchase new one. Spend an hour getting seat post, seat, saddle bag situated.  Leave too late to make the parade. Sulk. Bike 15 miles anyway.