The tape in my back wheel split so I replaced it yesterday with the elasticky plastic kind. All went very nicely until I eased the last foot over the edge: it snapped down into the well and landed off-centre. Now nothing I can do will budge it - the well has a slightly raised edge where it becomes the rim-wall and I can't push it over this. Worse still, trying hard with various implements has left little peaks standing up at the edge of the tape, that could wear through a tube.
I have another tape, but before fitting it I'd like to ask if anyone has a nifty trick for getting the things to snap into the right position first time off.
I could get some self-adhesive tape, but it would mean a 50k drive and two hours lost.
TIA.
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- 14 Jan 2014, 1:25pm
- Forum: Bikes & Bits – Technical section
- Topic: Need a trick for fitting rim tape
- Replies: 15
- Views: 6847
- 14 Jan 2014, 1:10pm
- Forum: Fun & Games
- Topic: Three Word Story Game (again)
- Replies: 8855
- Views: 433100
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of favour with the wooden spoon brigade.
Several aeons later, King George MMCCLXVII discovered, to his grate Sir prize, that Nigel Molesworth (MP for Huyton) had eaten his Gannex and cancelled
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of favour with the wooden spoon brigade.
Several aeons later, King George MMCCLXVII discovered, to his grate Sir prize, that Nigel Molesworth (MP for Huyton) had eaten his Gannex and cancelled
- 14 Jan 2014, 9:02am
- Forum: Fun & Games
- Topic: Three Word Story Game (again)
- Replies: 8855
- Views: 433100
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of favour with the wooden spoon brigade.
Several aeons later, King George MMCCLXVII discovered, to his grate Sir prize, that Nigel Molesworth (MP for Huyton)
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of favour with the wooden spoon brigade.
Several aeons later, King George MMCCLXVII discovered, to his grate Sir prize, that Nigel Molesworth (MP for Huyton)
- 13 Jan 2014, 9:14pm
- Forum: Fun & Games
- Topic: Three Word Story Game (again)
- Replies: 8855
- Views: 433100
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of favour with the wooden spoon brigade.
Several aeons later,
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of favour with the wooden spoon brigade.
Several aeons later,
- 13 Jan 2014, 2:18pm
- Forum: Touring & Expedition
- Topic: Touring - Lightweight or Heavyweight?
- Replies: 29
- Views: 38215
Re: Touring - Lightweight or Heavyweight?
mjr wrote:This is definitely lightweight: http://ultralightcycling.blogspot.co.uk/ - less than 12kg including the bike on some trips.
Like it! Do like to carry spare jersey & shorts on 1000+ km Audax, though - makes one more acceptable in tea-shops.
- 13 Jan 2014, 1:50pm
- Forum: Fun & Games
- Topic: Three Word Story Game (again)
- Replies: 8855
- Views: 433100
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind often getting side-tracked by bacon butties. The pixies clamoured red mud pie fell out of
- 12 Jan 2014, 9:20pm
- Forum: Bikes & Bits – Technical section
- Topic: Handlebar failure how long should a pair of bars last
- Replies: 53
- Views: 12132
Re: Handlebar failure HOw long should a pair of bars last
Crikey, and I've been using my el cheapo ally bars since 2002.
- 12 Jan 2014, 5:58pm
- Forum: On the road
- Topic: What constitutes a "hilly" route
- Replies: 32
- Views: 17971
Re: What constitutes a "hilly" route
Hum. 100ft/mile works out at almost 2%. I'd certainly call that hilly. The usual here for a Sunday 100k event is around 1%, and I've noticed that people start bellyaching at around 1.5%. The Paris-Nice race is around 4% - one of the toughest in France. My ride today only averaged 1%, but I did it on an LHT so I'm reasonably chuffed.
- 12 Jan 2014, 11:11am
- Forum: Fun & Games
- Topic: Three Word Story Game (again)
- Replies: 8855
- Views: 433100
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
"To be, or smoke a cigar?" asked Carlos Fandango. "C'est du Belge!" "Voilà!" exclaimed Hercule Poirot, Sustrans' chief inspecteur de tickets, complete with Bradshawes, Bradawls, Bandsaws and Banshees. Screaming Lord of the Flies, sutch a raving Monster Loony (official), trumpetted his conch and his cornet plummeted, ice-cream downwards, landing flake first and fudge last.
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind.
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress. "Plummy pudding!" exclaimed the pixie with the one-track mind.
- 12 Jan 2014, 8:50am
- Forum: Fun & Games
- Topic: Three Word Story Game (again)
- Replies: 8855
- Views: 433100
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
"To be, or smoke a cigar?" asked Carlos Fandango. "C'est du Belge!" "Voilà!" exclaimed Hercule Poirot, Sustrans' chief inspecteur de tickets, complete with Bradshawes, Bradawls, Bandsaws and Banshees. Screaming Lord of the Flies, sutch a raving Monster Loony (official), trumpetted his conch and his cornet plummeted, ice-cream downwards, landing flake first and fudge last.
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress.
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while the hedgehog scarpered carrying off a damson in distress.
- 11 Jan 2014, 5:52pm
- Forum: Fun & Games
- Topic: Three Word Story Game (again)
- Replies: 8855
- Views: 433100
Re: Three Word Story Game (again)
"To be, or smoke a cigar?" asked Carlos Fandango. "C'est du Belge!" "Voilà!" exclaimed Hercule Poirot, Sustrans' chief inspecteur de tickets, complete with Bradshawes, Bradawls, Bandsaws and Banshees. Screaming Lord of the Flies, sutch a raving Monster Loony (official), trumpetted his conch and his cornet plummeted, ice-cream downwards, landing flake first and fudge last.
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while
Hell Purple Rain turned to snow with icy patches over both eyes, flooding the valley - bottom up and tail wagging, but dripping wet. However the number9 bus arrived sideways up at heaven's gate and drove over St. Peter Cyclist's left foot before Madonna del Ghisallo could say "Voodoo something to me, I'll do something in fifty shades of black before I die!" The frog croaked, the platoon of bell ringing idiots became cycling campanologists (Campagnologists?) and Shimanologists but they got SRAMmed at reduced prices, and everyone knows nothing about Benelux Countries' taxation regimes.
So into the braw bricht moonlicht evening, the ragged riders rode relentlessly towards the Red Lion for a Dram and beetroot - sorry, B. Traven - or bee honey with cheese and digestive biscuit, fresh water mussels, and a gypsy tart stroked her long tall trucker, while
- 11 Jan 2014, 5:50pm
- Forum: Bikes & Bits – Technical section
- Topic: Phunny blow-out
- Replies: 5
- Views: 2416
Re: Phunny blow-out
I was only 5k from home and it was getting dark, so I called the missus.
I suppose it could have been a catch, but doing 100k on a catch seems a wee bit unlikely.
Ah well, it all helps to keep Michelin in business.
I suppose it could have been a catch, but doing 100k on a catch seems a wee bit unlikely.
Ah well, it all helps to keep Michelin in business.
- 11 Jan 2014, 3:59pm
- Forum: Bikes & Bits – Technical section
- Topic: Phunny blow-out
- Replies: 5
- Views: 2416
Phunny blow-out
Wednesday the tube in my back tyre (700c x 23) blew like the crack of doom (assuming doom has .22 calibre), making my ears ring. I finally howked it apart today & inspected the insult. It looks the way I'd expect a spontaneous blow-out to look: a hole about 1 x 0.5 mm with fissures radiating out from it. It really looks as if the bit of rubber from the hole has been blown out.
Here's the curious bit: the blow-out is halfway up the side-wall of the tyre. I thought at first it was a pinch flat, but I had blown it up to 7.5 bar before setting out. Then I thought that a slow puncture elsewhere had let it down until a pinch flat was possible, but (a) why then the bang and (b) there isn't a second puncture. In any case, I hadn't ridden over anything that might have pinched it.
The tube was new. I had put it in at the roadside after a run-of-the-mill flat ten days earlier, and it had done ~100 km since. I change tubes in the classic manner, i.e. slightly inflated, tube in tyre carcass before putting tyre on wheel, and no levers. I can't imagine that it was caught between bead and rim - or if it was, I would have expected it to blow a lot earlier.
The tyre (GP4000) tread is a wee bit old and I'm not fitting it again, but there are no signs of wear or damage at the blow-out area, inside or out.
My only explanation is that when I fixed the puncture I might have got a bit of grit caught between tube & tyre, and it has slowly worn through: but there are no signs of rubbing anywhere. I used a CO2 inflater a the roadside and didn't immediately deflate & reinflate on getting home, but AFAIK CO2 doesn't attack the rubber.
Kinda puzzled.
Here's the curious bit: the blow-out is halfway up the side-wall of the tyre. I thought at first it was a pinch flat, but I had blown it up to 7.5 bar before setting out. Then I thought that a slow puncture elsewhere had let it down until a pinch flat was possible, but (a) why then the bang and (b) there isn't a second puncture. In any case, I hadn't ridden over anything that might have pinched it.
The tube was new. I had put it in at the roadside after a run-of-the-mill flat ten days earlier, and it had done ~100 km since. I change tubes in the classic manner, i.e. slightly inflated, tube in tyre carcass before putting tyre on wheel, and no levers. I can't imagine that it was caught between bead and rim - or if it was, I would have expected it to blow a lot earlier.
The tyre (GP4000) tread is a wee bit old and I'm not fitting it again, but there are no signs of wear or damage at the blow-out area, inside or out.
My only explanation is that when I fixed the puncture I might have got a bit of grit caught between tube & tyre, and it has slowly worn through: but there are no signs of rubbing anywhere. I used a CO2 inflater a the roadside and didn't immediately deflate & reinflate on getting home, but AFAIK CO2 doesn't attack the rubber.
Kinda puzzled.
- 9 Jan 2014, 9:31pm
- Forum: Campaigning & Public Policy
- Topic: Signs for joint use paths
- Replies: 11
- Views: 26996
Re: Signs for joint use paths
Oh. That kind of joint.
- 9 Jan 2014, 9:29pm
- Forum: The Tea Shop
- Topic: off the bike for a bit
- Replies: 39
- Views: 24913
Re: off the bike for a bit
Ray wrote:Audax67 wrote:I am looking (hah!) at a month off for a cataract op in the near future.
That sounds rather excessive - but, of course, there may be special reasons in your particular case.
I've had intra-ocular implants (?) in both eyes, and was riding gently within a few days in each case, wearing safety glasses and avoiding sweat running into my eyes. Having said that, you should obviously listen carefully to medical advice before deciding what to do. Rightly or wrongly, I was as concerned about the danger of fitness meltdown as I was of damaging my eyes.
As it happens, you were right about excessive: ophthalmo says 2 weeks. One month was what a chum was ordered by his ophthalmo, so I assumed it'd be the same.