Some Personal Stuff...
Or, An Ode to the Ones I Love (and the wife, too!)

Foreword: This little story is circa 2000. I know technology has long passed me by. It was fun at the time!

Backward: My humor.

Check out my new bike!
My Y-50 Kicks Butt!  I, on the other hand, do not.
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Editor's note: These are not the only two bikes in the stable. However, they are still my favorite! Um, I mean, my WIFE is still my favorite, these are close seconds! No, dear. I didn't mean to imply you belong in the stable. Com'on! Not the couch again!

Here it is, the new millennium, and I'm still riding these old bikes. Someday, soon, I may upgrade to a new frame. What, dear? When pigs fly where?

In 1997, the wife, bless her heart, let me do what I consider is the ultimate upgrade. Got a custom 1997 Y-50. Built it with (original wife-approved specs):

In short, a little over 23 lb. of awesome bike! The wife didn't talk to me for a very long time, but she got over it. I hope. "Gee, Honey! I need to stay in shape, don't I?" "...and what's wrong with your old bike, huh?" "Nothing! It's just that I can get a better workout with a lighter bike!" She didn't buy it.

I'm still working on it, though. Here it is, the year 2000 and all, and I should be on the latest super-technology high-end ti-carbon-aerospace-stealth-supersecret-antiballistic superbike. However, that's the same line I used to get the Y-50, so I'm still trying to think of some better way to describe how my next bike won't EVER go obsolete because it is so advanced, it is actually from the future. My wife says "Dream on!" I am.

New!= Crashed, damaged, wore out, or otherwise had really good cause to replace since last update. There was no question about it. Needed. Yup. Really needed. Couldn't live without them. (you reading this, honey?)

Other than that, over 2800 miles and nothing else has broken! Almost. The XTR V-Brakes were a pain in the butt. They were very loose and set up a resonance at about 25 mph. Also, under extreme downhill pressure, they tend to ride up and hit the rubber if I don't set them low enough. There's about 1/8 inch of upward play in each one, so given a slim wheel, this could mean trouble. I have asked the wife, but she just says "must be a loose screw". I think she was talking about the bike. I put in a "tune-up kit". Helps some.

Other than that, they stopped great. Single-digit (or "one finger" if you don't know what a digit is, and not the one you are thinking of) stopping power. Sometimes I use two fingers (or "digits"). That must make me ambidextrous, right? Or is it "left"? Or, well, nevermind.

Check out my really old bike!
Rene's Y-22
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These are "upgrade" specs on my 1995 TREK Y-22. Every single part listed was absolutely necessary to be replaced. Really. No, really. My wife says they better be, so really - it's necessary (wink wink)...

I changed the Y-22 to be a combination of a recreational rider and a downhill bike, so that I may ride freely wherever I want. Hey! "Ride", "free". "Free", "ride". Hum. Too bad Cannondale tried to trademark "Freeride"! Snowboarders have been doing it for years. Any skier knows about Warren Miller's Freerider films, and I'm pretty sure those aren't Cannondale skis! For those of you too young to remember that little snafu, forget it. What's a "snafu"? You really are young, aren't you.

Before you get all huffy (as in upset at the freeride thing, not becoming a junk bike you throw around at bike festivals), I'm all for aggressive cross-country riding. But I'm also for enjoying the great outdoors in less of an attack position all of the time. The free ride thing is really what mountain biking is all about (and has been since old Ignaz was around).

I also liked taking the bike to Sunrise Park Resort. This bike wasn't the premier downhill rig, but it did pretty well. The chairlift crew has made several comments about how much lighter this bike is than a full-blown downhill monster. It's much easier on their backs and the bike suits me just fine. And I hardly ever got passed by those 8 inch 50 pound wonders. Or is it I hardly ever passed them? It's my story, so I definitely hardly ever got passed. That's it.

With that in mind, here is a tour of the Y-22 parts, past and (sorta) present:

You might ask yourself "That's a lot of parts!  Doesn't this jerk maintain his bike"? Religiously. Cleaned and lubed after every ride (no high-pressure water, except on the pedals). Check the bearings and bolt tightness often. True the wheels (if needed) at least once a month. Burn incense at foot of bike every Friday evening. Tried to sacrifice my first-born son, but that's because he took 3rd in a race and got a trophy. I didn't.

Oh, yeah. Did I mention I'm nearly 6'5", weigh 200+ lb. (working on the "+" part), and like to hammer? Think that might have something to do with the number and frequency of replacement parts? I also used to ride at least 40 trail miles a week (a little bit down from the 50+ per week a year before that, more than the 20+ miles a week I ride now). Normal "wear and tear"?

My wife thinks I spend way too much time with the bikes, both on and off. I did point out to her I don't take either of the bikes to bed with me! Of course, there's not enough room already with her, the two dogs, and me.

She also thinks I spend way too much on the "old bike" - both literally and financially. I remind her that having a backup bike is as necessary as having a pair of shoes! What good is a single shoe? She doesn't get the analogy. My quick wit isn't as sharp as it used to be since I fell on my head again. My brain pan has taken a beating and I tend to forget what I'm talking about and what's for supper?

 

Other bikes in the house include:

"What dear? Time to come to bed already? I'm not done writing about my bikes! What time is it, anyway? It's that late!??"

The preceding is the basis of my standard excuse of why I always get my butt stomped on a group ride.

P.S. The wife and I really do get along good. Any reference to a domineering, overbearing person is strictly for entertainment purposes. Hers, not mine. Dang! She's reading this! Let go of my arrrm.!l dodgiocp d o gotta go.l....


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