Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Cold and dark.
iz commented about the dark. Dark when we leave home, dark when returning. How do people handle it?
I alter my route to one even less traveled by cars. I assume that cars will not see me and ride in a way that they don't necessarily need to see me. Occasionally I ride on the sidewalk for short spells, especially if I am in a low night-time pedestrian area.
As for lights, since the city is already moderately well lit, the lights on my bike serve to alert, not brighten my way. Both front and rear lights are made by Blackburn. Both have a flashing mode, among others. The front light's steady-on mode is an excellent flashlight, a great asset if something goes wrong (also good when touring, instead of bringing one more thing).
My bike has reflectors all around, improving my visibility from the side, and I wear a pants tie down, which has reflective tape as well. Adhesive reflective tape can be purchased from car parts stores and sew or iron on tape can be purchased online from BikerHiway at a very reasonable price. You can even cut the stuff into cool shapes.

Friday, October 19, 2007


Gearing up for the colder weather- literally
Here in Buffalo, NY, USA it can get moderately cold and the weather vacillates between just below freezing and just above. Paired with significant snowfall and the use of salt on the roads, it can get very sloppy in the winter.
Last fall I shifted from my road/touring bike to a low end Diamondback mountain bike. Putting fenders on it and its lack of toe clips made it a very pleasant bike to ride in the cold and slop.

There have been two problems which continue to plague me and both involve cold rain. The first concerns wet feet. There are a few solutions to this; the first is to wear boots. This is a pretty good solution when the temperature wavers around freezing, but is less appealing at around 50 degrees Fahrenheit or 7 degrees Celsius. The other possibility is shoe covers. Hmmm. There must be another better answer.

The second problem involves the top half of the body. In warmer weather, I am prone to doing nothing, letting myself get wet, then changing my clothes when I stop. In colder weather, however, this is not practical. Pricing out rainwear has been depressing. A trip to REI results in a bill approaching $150 for just a suitable jacket. "Suitable" entails something with enough ventilation to allow you to adjust your body's heat and robust enough for commuting. Pit zips are ideal. I found an outfit in Oregon which is designing, manufacturing and selling their own stuff. The outfit arrived in the mail today. For $89 I got a "seconds" jacket and rain pants.

I was apprehensive about even opening the package, feeling that for the price the quality or functionality would be poor. A great surprise awaited me. I opened the jacket first. It was vivid yellow, just like a cycling tourist would wish, had pit zips, an extra long "tail", reflective tape on the arms and tail, ample velcroed wrists, was fully lined and the collar had a soft polar fleece lining as well. It even had a tab on the back for a blinky light. I am still trying to figure out why it is a "second".

The rainpants were not quite as excellent, for they are not lined or fleeced. Otherwise, they are very functional. They have ample flare at the leg bottoms and velcro tabs to tighten them to your ankles. The "pockets" are not pockets at all, but zippered access to your shorts' pockets. I don't generally use pants pockets when I ride, so this is okay with me. Technically, these are made to be worn over tights or long-johns.

The ultimate question will be one of durability. Time will tell. I will try to reassess them next fall. The company which makes them is J&G Cyclewear. They shipped them the same day I ordered.

For another view on winter cycling try IceBike.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Today my 13 year old went for a trek with me.
Together we went up the Canadian side of the Niagara River to Niagara Falls and back the US side. 42 miles and not one complaint. He even took a spill on a recently sealed driveway slick from rain. We probably averaged about 13 miles per hour, but it was a good time.

I still think customs and the bridge authority are trying to kill cyclists, but am less flustered by it. I insisted that we ride with the cars across the Rainbow bridge, but my son balked at this, so we again walked across and were scolded by the customs officer. This time I merely stared blankly at him when he said "for future reference...". Yeah, whatever. What are they going to do to me. There are no signs instructing cyclists about policy/ procedure, and the way the government works, it will be years before some committee can agree that there should be. In the mean time, my 13 year old will grow up and finish college.

Saturday, September 29, 2007


A Century...
In the bicycling world, 100 miles in one shot is called a century. Though the most I have ridden in one day is about 75 miles, 100 seemed very "doable".
For my first century, I chose to ride with a local cycling club called the Niagara Frontier Bicycling Club. In this way the route would be planned out for me and there would be at least minimal support should something go wrong. They name the ride the Can-Am. The people they had manning the rest stops were very nice and the food was plentiful. I would suggest this ride for anyone interested in a century. They also had two shorter rides- I think a 42 and 32.
We have had almost no rain this summer, but on this particular day it rained all day. Not on and off, mind you, but for 95 miles out of the 100. The route traveled up the Canadian side of the Niagara River, all the way to Lewiston, ON, then crossed the bridge into the US, trekked along the Niagara River going East to Wilson, NY and then back to Buffalo, NY. I was at a distinct advantage on this ride, because I have traveled almost all of this route in sections. I did a Niagara Falls loop in mid-August, traveling up the Canadian side and back down the U.S. side and in early September I did a one way trek to Wilson, NY. Because of this, I knew the twisted intricacies of the Peace Bridge in Buffalo and was also oriented to the route through Lewiston. The only place I was a little disoriented was exiting the Queenston/Lewiston bridge back into the U.S. There the road is basically an expressway and you must get off it as quickly as possible. Some of my fellow travelers apparently went too far on the expressway and had difficulty getting off of it. I do personally wonder if Customs is trying to kill cyclists, because they tried to tell us to go to the first exit in order to leave the customs plaza at the Peace Bridge and sent us down the middle lane (truck/rv/car lane) at the Lewiston bridge, never thinking to close the lane for us- full speed traffic coming at us with no divider to save us if someone crossed the middle line.
The route on the U.S. side of the Niagara gorge is really nice, for they have closed off one side of the Robert Moses parkway to motorized vehicles and you get two car lanes plus the ample shoulder on which to ride. You have to share it with pedestrians and roller bladers. Quite amazing really.
I did the ride in 6.5 hours. This is amazing, considering I consider myself to be a slow rider; about 16mph. Doing the calculations, that would put me at about 15.4mph, but I did stop at all the rest areas and eat a banana or chocolate chip cookies. Slow and steady makes the grade.
I do feel a little odd sometimes traveling with a club. Most members have fancy bikes with carbon fibre frames and bicycle shoes with toe cleats. I ride my touring bicycle: heavy, long, with fenders and front bag, lights and sneakers with old school toe clips. One of the club members did mention how nice fenders would have been in the pouring rain...

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Circumnavigating Lake Erie
In July of 2007, we set out from Buffalo, NY to travel around Lake Erie by bicycle. In order to chop Detroit out of the loop and in the interests of time, we skipped the whole far western end of the lake by taking a ferry from Leamington, Ontario to Sandusky Ohio. With great appreciation I traveled with a gentleman from Vermont and it turned out to be a very good fit. This was only my second unsupported ride and far longer than the previous one (which I did alone). Jim has done other unsupported rides, including one around Lake Ontario.

July 21st, 2007

We started out in Buffalo, NY by traveling down Vermont St. to the Peace Bridge. The toll plazas have been rearranged and rebuilt within the last year, so I could not find the exit and I could not find my passport. Finally a guy told us about the gate the custom official could have let us pass through, but we took the sidewalk to get around the buildings instead.
In Fort Erie, we traveled the street near the Niagara River instead of path- the path is too close to a stone wall, and I have collided with the wall once in the past. The bike path ends, more or less, in a new housing development and you are shooed onto a dirt path, unimproved and odd, though a wooded section of trail.
After that the bike path is paved until long after Ridgeway, all the way to the Welland canal. Last year or two years ago, there was a section which was unpaved/unimproved and extremely rough.
We mistook highway 3 for provincial route 3. Highway 3 is very dangerous- a 5 inch shoulder, with traffic traveling at 80 clicks per hour. After 2-3 miles we diverted toward the lake on a road, then bridal path – two sequential sections running perpendicular to the paved roads and parallel to the lake, then back on a road towards the lake. The bike and bridal paths are probably remnants of a rail line.
At Port Colburn airport (more like an airstrip) in Barnaby (? So Jim thinks) we saw many skydivers- not with mushroom shaped chutes, but wing shaped- coming down.
Initially we saw only divers landing, mostly down.
The first group had divers drifted, then dumped most of the air in their chutes maybe 300 feet above the ground, which caused them to drop precipitously and pull up just before the ground (this must provide quite an adrenaline rush), while others drifted lazily, enjoying the descent. Some were in tandem, possibly a first timer and a veteran paired. It looked very difficult to land in that fashion.
When most of those were down, the plane took off with another load. The first diver was out so much sooner than the rest- this diver bore the brunt of many jokes about why he got out so early- paid half fare, fell out…
We watched the plane rise; it seemed like forever, but Jim thought maybe it was about 10 minutes. We really could no longer see the plane, but then saw small black specs coming down- clustered together like seeds in a kiwi- freefalling for a long time and very fast. Like fireworks, they opened their chutes.
Jim and I were talking about how expensive a hobby it must be- special clothes, the chutes and the plane ride. Jim said the cost of hot air balloons was one of the few hobbies he could cite which were more expensive, for you not only need the balloon and the equipment, but you also need a chase team.
We moved onto the lakeshore, route number 3, where the traffic was far less and the speed limit was down to 60 clicks. There was plenty of shade and the road was moderately level. Jim noted that someone had mentioned that the road gets hilly primarily near the places named “Port” something, and this did seem to ring true.
At Port Colburn we had stopped for Gatorade, but no real food, because I was carrying some dinnerish food. Later on we stopped again for Gatorade and ice cream, which became a reoccurring theme- an agenda mostly pushed forth by Jim, of course. It was nice to sit down on something other than a bicycle seat. People along our route shouted out “helpful” comments, like “big hill up there” (true) and “the bridge is out” (not exactly true). We noticed that there were large rocks piled up on the edge of the lake, which is probably a strategy to quell large waves which rip onto shore in storms.
Got into Rock Point Provicial park at about 1:00. We felt a little like we were cheating, stopping so soon, but it was a beautiful first day. The temperature reached about 75 degrees Fahrenheit and there was barely any wind. My speedometer indicated we traveled about 15.5 miles an hour.
Rock Point is nothing like I remember it from my excursion with my husband more than twenty years ago, but it is difficult to discern whether that is due to my memory or a landscape change. There are fossils out on the point and large fish rotting on the shore, maybe from the storm, which pushed through just days before. We checked out the camp store, but ate the macaroni and cheese, cashews and carrots I had brought from home. We used Jim’s stove to cook and it was interesting to see how his equipment compared to mine. He has an MSR stove and I have my parents very old Optimus. We showered in the odd shower stalls- each was its own room, as was each toilet. The whole setup was very clean, but strange.
It turns out we have matching REI tents (I find this incredibly funny). Could not call my husband- the phone would not connect to the Canadian network. Very tired I went to bed at around 8:30.

July 22nd, 2007

7:00 start, no breakfast. The first place my partner wanted to stop was a McDonalds, but I decided to assert myself and told him that I would go to a grocery store, while he ate at McDonalds and that I would join him. It would have been quite acceptable to me, but he insisted he would go with me to the store instead.
This was the beginning of my realization that he would be a very flexible and compatible cycling partner, and he became much less serious as we progressed on our tour. We were brought together by a classified ad on the Crazyguyonabike site. Last spring he had advertised for a partner for a trip around Lake Ontario, which I was unable to schedule. At that time I had suggested that if he was interested in something in the 2007 summer, I would be interested in that. This summer, I managed to book the Cycling the Erie Canal and this Lake Erie trip with only 5 days in between.
We breakfasted on yogurt, fruit and blueberry muffins.
We both got a little sunburned today, traveling on a slightly busier road near the shoreline. We could see a large city to the south, which Jim suggested might be Cleveland (not Toledo, as I was guessing), which is probably a good guess. There was a power plant and some sort of a factory on the shoreline, which we went around. The factory was well concealed behind large berms and tree groves and was not unpleasant or ugly to circumvent. There were giant smokestacks and conveyer belts, but I still could not tell what they were making.
In Port Byron we got homemade ice cream. Port Byron is a summer touristy type town, with a beautiful beach. A pickup truck driver warned us that there was a man in an orange shirt who had stolen a van and was armed with a hammer. Supposedly he was being pursued by a motorcycle gang. Sounded like a twisted soap opera.
At around 2:15 we got to the campground, Turkey Point. It was maybe slightly slower than yesterday, but there must have been a tailwind, because at times we were going 20mph. There were a couple of hiking trails, including one to an old fish hatchery. At one place we noticed a lot of shuffling noises, but this turned out to be a water cistern, spring or something, which I wanted to, but was unwilling to check out; there were dire warnings about poison ivy.
We showered and then ate dinner. We subsisted on pita bread, carrots and fresh blueberries from my panniers. Turned in again at around 8:30. We went about 62 miles today.

July 23rd, 2007

Got up early again (there is a trend here). There was a group of cyclists near the rest rooms who asked us about our trip and gear. They had their bikes on their car and were heading for the Niagara Region to do some day cycling. We cycled to Port Royal and ate a pleasant breakfast. There we met one of the few touring cyclists to be found on our trek around the lake. He was going from Washington to Maine, but is from Wyoming.
It was hot and seemed long, but the most interesting things were the approximately 50 windmills. The province or wind power company is building an interpretive center, but it is not opened yet. There were also some graveyards, which the historical or preservation center must be trying to preserve by setting them in concrete and brick to keep them from breaking further.
A hotel in St. Thomas was at the end of our day. The adventure cycling maps, which Jim had so wonderfully procured for us, did not mention any campgrounds in this area, because they were so far off the beaten path. In fact they were really no further from the bike route than the hotel, but it was not that important. The clerk at the front desk was very funny, not familiar with the local restaurants. She appeared to be young, and also felt that the fifteen minute walk to one of the restaurants of which she knew would be too far. The walk turned out to be very pleasant and dinner was likewise. It was nice to get moving, without being on the bike. We spent the evening looking at the maps and strategising Cleveland and the possibility of visiting the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We tried to watch a Dean Martin/Jerry Lewis movie; it was not for me. We trekked 55 or 60 miles today and are tired, but not muscle sore.

July 24th, 2007

Left at around 7:00 and Jim complained I snored- I told him he should just throw a pillow at me. We headed towards Fingal, 10 miles southwest of St. Thomas. A man there asked us our position on big dogs which chase bicyclists, then told us that there were two sides to the dog situation. I told him my side used a lock to defend, while he didn’t seem clear on the concept of public roads. Obviously he has a dog which chases bikes. Jim wisely kept his mouth shut.
There were anti-windmill farm signs, anti- water/sewer signs and not for sale signs.
A little cooler and light rain today, but a really nice day to cycle. The forecast on tv last night called for warmer temperatures and no rain, but that forecast must have been for London, Ontario, 10 miles north of St. Thomas (wink/nod).
Lots of people with orange shirts today, including a two man crew using a wood chipper aimed into the back of a high back pickup truck. They had left the windows open and had to clean out a bit upon their return to the cab, but it seemed that they regularly do this with the windows open- funny.
We camped at Rondeau Provincial Park, and decided not to go further; it would have been another 35 miles to the next campground, and we felt that our 55 or so miles had been enough. The worker at the camp registration booth asked for a phone number for the site registration, and I provided mine. She stated my husband’s name and I said “close enough”, but she insisted on the names of the people actually on the site. After I had given her our names, I requested she not tell my husband, at which point Jim and I had a good laugh (husband knows). There was a nice hiking trail out into the bay, but it was very buggy. At the overlook, Jim pointed out a baby bunny at the foot of the wooden platform and a muskrat swimming in the water.
For dinner, we tried putting Jim’s rice/sauce mixture into the pitas, which was a mess. Still tasty enough, but I switched to pb&j. We needed to get rid of the pitas.

July 25th, 2007

Left at about 7:00 to run away from potential rain. It rained most of the morning and caused me some concern about being struck. Jim has bright yellow pannier raincovers which are moderately visible, and a red blinky light, but this is an area which we could definitely improve. Unfortunately, there was little we were willing to do to remedy the situation at the time, such as pulling over and waiting it out.
We breaked at a store/restaurant to get off our bikes, out of the rain and get Gatorade. The lady who served as clerk, cook and waitress was a wealth of interesting information about the local crops. She spoke of the corn and its derivations, care and farming methods. She told us that most of the corn grown in that area of Canada is used for seed and that there were special techniques required to grow and harvest seed corn. She also told us about some of the other local crops: tobacco and beans. We were especially surprised that they grew tobacco in Canada, for we associate that crop with the southern portion of the US. They are also growing a lot of soybeans.
It finally stopped raining and we took off our rain gear, but my shoes were soaked. Jim’s feet were far drier, a fact which I later attributed to his fenders. I dry my sneakers by putting dry socks in them and letting them absorb the water, then repeating this. Usually by the second pair of dry socks, the sneakers are relatively dry. Both Jim and I use toe clips, instead of clipless shoes. I doubt I will ever make the shift, for I see no value in them; the shoes wear out and are expensive and they are too specialized. I bring no other shoes with me, Jim brings flip flops.
We were able to do laundry at Sturgeon Woods camp ground, and the price was pretty good for a site: $32. There is almost no exchange difference for Canadian/US money at this time. Provincial Park sites have run around $28 (though the price leaps to about $40 if you reserve). The campground is edged by a large shallow pond, which teemed with wildlife. We saw at least 15 herons, and there were some sort of white large cranish looking birds.
At the store near the CG entrance, they had ice cream, so we got floats and milkshakes while the laundry finished up. We didn’t bother with dinner, but ate the cashews and apricots. We traveled about 55 miles today and are very close to the ferry at Leamington.

July 26th, 2007

We got up at 5:30 and got going. I was having difficulty sleeping anyways. The wind had kicked up quite a bit, and I was concerned it was about to pour. Feeling it would be good to be dry and on the ferry, and anxious about the confusing ferry schedule, it was nice that Jim was okay with leaving so early. It was a short easy ride to the ferry dock. The waterfront in Leamington is lined with plaques citing the history of shipwrecks in the Pelee Island passageway, so we spent the hour or so before the building opened reading those and abusing each other. Beyond listing the wrecks and how many, if any, lives were lost, the plaques also indicated the evolution of shipping on the great lakes.
On the ferry, they let us stand our bikes inside the hold on the car deck, and Jim locked our bikes together, mostly to ensure they would remain upright. The first ferry had a cafeteria and a lounge type area where you could watch a video about Pelee Island. I declined on breakfast, wishing to eat the stuff which was still in my panniers, but Jim missed out because he figured he would eat on the second leg between Pelee and Sandusky. Unfortunately the second ferry was much smaller and had only a snack booth. The very first ferry of the day has a one hour disconnect from the ferry used on the second leg, and we took this ferry so we might have some time to explore Pelee Island.
We only had about an hour on the island, but did a very short visit to their winery and took a quick jaunt to Fish Point, the most southern point on the island. The displays in the winery were interesting, with discussions about corks and insect problems suffered by the grape vines. We did not have time to get off our bikes and walk the 1.5km to the very end, which was a little disappointing, but it gives us a reason to return some day.
The second ferry was much smaller, and was not really equipped for bikes. There were only about 12 vehicles on the ferry. We stood on the top deck and watched the boats and islands go by.
Nearing Sandusky I thought you could see Cleveland, but Jim thought it was Cedar Point amusement park, and he was correct. What had looked like skyscrapers from afar were actually the 6 or so rollercoasters. The temperature began to drop as we approached Sandusky, and it rained a tiny bit, but the slightly heavier rain held off until we docked. We stayed warm by hanging out on the upper deck near the AC heat exchanger.
At the end of the journey (we had predicted this), we needed to move our bikes, because they had let us chain them upright to the vehicle gateway. You had to walk off the boat, then walk back on the boat via the vehicle gateway, then walk the bike through customs. I thought we might have trouble because they ask how long you have been in Canada, and I figured Jim and I would give different answers (yea, I am clueless).
It was raining lightly when we set off through Sandusky and there was a man trying to hold up an umbrella while riding his bike, though he would not get very wet had he closed the umbrella.
Rural roads were the norm moving away from Sandusky, but after a while the shoulder became narrower and the traffic increased as we approached Cleveland. A bike path appeared when things were beginning to look questionable. In Ohio, there is a fine for drivers who venture into the bike lane, and it must be enforced with moderate frequency, for people did not enter the lane. Even when the traffic was stopped due to someone making a left turn, cars would wait in line rather than move into the bike lane.
We decided to stay in a hotel in order to finish the day closer to Cleveland. We had to travel on busier roads in order to find a hotel, and while we were asking around, a woman offered to let us stay at her house. I was astonished that someone would be that trusting and kind, but we declined, even after she repeated her offer several times. In hindsight, it might have been fun to offer to buy her dinner if she picked us up and dropped us off from the hotel. We went about 60 miles today.

July 27th, 2007

We ate the continental breakfast at the hotel and did not especially hurry due to heavy rain. By the time we were ready to go, the rain had ceased and things were beginning to dry. Weather reports predicted that there would be two bouts of rain, so I wanted to jump out and try to get to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame between them. The second bout never materialized and the rest of the day turned out dry, albeit a little warm.
The bike lane continued and the traffic into Cleveland was not nearly as heavy as one would expect.
I took a spill on the bike path just short of Cleveland, when I struck an object, which had entered the path. I was a little bruised and scraped up, but fortunately there was a bathhouse situated very close by and I was able to take a full shower and get patched up.
We reached the Hall of Fame just as it opened, and spent a little time trying to convince the cops and security that it was important to secure the bikes- to no avail. The bikes were locked against a fence outside. There were not even bike racks.
I had been to the Hall of Fame once before, but this was Jim’s first visit. I love reading about the emergence of rock and its foundations. It was cold to me inside and I had difficulties staying warm. I also stiffened up quite a bit from my bumps, but felt much better after riding a while afterwards. We left the Hall of Fame at about 2:00.
Jim went into a grocery store in Euclid, while I stayed outside to watch the bikes, and later we got ice cream and spoke to an occasional motorcycle rider about the tour. The bike lane has continued throughout Ohio, which is quite a pleasure. A woman gave us a dire warning about the weather, saying it was supposed to thunder and lightening and that hail was predicted. Since the sky was beginning to seem dark, we took her seriously and hurried towards Perry Town Park, in which we planned to camp. I was on autopilot (very common I am afraid) and we missed our turn, but a couple came to our aid, giving us excellent directions. It was funny, because the husband did not seem to know any of the street names and his wife drew us a perfect map. When we stopped for a moment to talk a man offered to let us stay at his summer cottage, but it was 15 miles down the road. It was getting late and we did not reach the park until about 7:30.
Perry Park was beyond our expectations. Very cheap, clean and staffed by a sociable man, the tent sites were under a nice canopy of trees and meant for tents. The caretaker showed us a guest book and we looked for other cyclists. There was an entry for a couple cycling around the lake on the 22nd of July and several for transcontinental rides.
We ate dinner and prepared for bed; it was 10:30 when we actually made it to our sleeping bags. We traveled about 55 miles today, and it never rained, thundered or hailed on us.

July 28th, 2007

We got up at 5:45. I thought I woke Jim up, but he insisted he was already awake (yea, right). He says he can sleep through anything, but I can wake him up by yawning in my tent. I thought I would be really stiff, but that was not the case. Oddly enough, my knee began to bother me and I really slowed down to spare it. This may have adversely affected Jim, because he had to cycle at my speed or constantly wait for me. He adamantly insisted he was just looking at the map (very sweet guy).
We ate breakfast at a diner, then cycled for a very long stretch. At a small grocery, we stopped for Gatorade and upon exiting the store were faced with many cyclists participating in the Across Ohio Bicycle (XOB). This is a tour similar to the Erie Canal tour: supported. They were fun to talk to and were almost at the end of their line. We parted from their course almost immediately, but met some others at a drive in restaurant. They had finished and were working their way back to their car. Ate very good root beer floats. On our way out of the restaurant, we came across a tandem couple from Iowa. They pedaled next to us for a while and we leap frogged each other for a while, but we passed them for the last time when they stopped at a farm stand. There were some challenging hills today.
We stopped in a town just short of Erie, PA at a hotel. I think Jim was quite tired and this was an unplanned hotel, but no biggie. After showering, the couple on the fully loaded tandem (Charlie and Sue) appeared and took a room. The first restaurant we tried served nothing but chicken, so we moved on (I am a vegetarian, but would have eaten coleslaw and potatoes) to a different restaurant as a group. We traveled about 64 miles.

July 29th, 2007

Up and out at 6:45 to beautiful weather. We seemed to be riding slowly; there may have been a headwind. We stopped in Erie, PA for breakfast, but I mistakenly ordered an omelet with meat sauce, so Jim made me eat his home fries and some of his toast.
We drank soda about 10:30- ick, but I had forgotten to fill my water bottles.
Riding into NY we aimed for Lake Erie State park. We adjusted our route for one small detour around a missing bridge, and climbed several hills. A clerk in a small grocery told us not to try to avoid it, and she was right. She also warned us of a detour near Silver Creek, which no longer detoured. There were some rolling hills today.
Lake Erie State park was about at the 50 mile mark. We stopped and amused the staff at the registration booth, picking on each other and generally acting like fools. When they heard we had no dinner, they gave us an apple; too funny. We set up the tents and lolled around to avoid the trip to the store we felt we needed to make to get something for dinner, about 2-3 miles away. A little forethought would have helped us. We just got macaroni and cheese and drinks and returned to the park for showers and dinner. All in all a pleasant day. Knowing the area I now know how far Buffalo is, and it seems insurmountable that we will go all the rest of the way tomorrow. I used to drive this in my car and it seemed to take forever, though it will be no longer a day than most others. We went about 52 miles.

July 30th, 2007

We left the park bright and early. We ate breakfast in Dunkirk, but I was not really interested in eating. Jim didn’t seem to have that problem. We stopped in Silver Creek also, but the grocery store had no cold smallish Gatorade, so we moved on to Irving and a mini-mart there for our Gatorade stop. Passing through the Cattaraugus Indian Reservation, we took a slight wrong turn, but it was tranquil and cool and led us to where we needed to be anyways. The Seaway trail driving route is very serene and keeps you off the main busy roads. I have not traveled it before on that section. Rolling hills were a small challenge, but not a big deal. The Frank Lloyd Wright house, Greycliff, is situated along this road, but we decided to pass. Nice views of the city and the small windmill farm in Lackawanna were frequent. As we emerged back out onto route 5, there was a mini-mart and this is where I realized I had lost my wallet. Jim bought my Gatorade and resigned to dealing with it at home, we continued on to Buffalo.
The route 5 passage to Big Tree road was confusing, and I have only ever traveled it by car. We ended up pulling a dangerous maneuver, cycling up Milestrip road. Though it has a wide shoulder, it is billed as an expressway, but our distance on it was short. We worked our way up to the part of Buffalo I know, but I travel it on the weekend when there is far less traffic. At one point, a woman who I thought was waiting for us turned right in front of us. The trucker who saw it commented on it when we all reached a red light. One sign indicated it was 92 degrees, but it was not that warm. At Tifft Farm nature preserve we rested and drank, then headed for chaos at S. Elmwood to avoid LaSalle park. Jim asked several times if we were getting close to my home, to which I kept replying “4 more miles…” Home at last!

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

A serendipitous event: I was inquiring about someone's Burley trailer at a farmer's market. When they happened across me later the same day and asked if I hadn't been the one asking about the Burley, another couple asked if someone was interested in buying one! As a result, I am now the owner of a Burley solo. The hitch is so superior to the one on my old kids' trailer, that I am rather shocked by its simple design. Traveling further to buy groceries by bike is now possible.

Though it would be an unlikely distance travel buddy, the Burley serves extremely well around town. It carries a far greater load than either panniers or a BOB, however it has a tendency to "lurch", especially when starting from a stop.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Well, after riding my "new" bike for two months now, I have come to one conclusion. Updating an old bike has its disadvantages. The down side is that with the increase in the number of gears, my bar end shifters have greater difficulty with the increments required to sustain a specific gear. The upsides entail a greater impact on my riding comfort/ability.

Still using panniers to cart groceries, I have not landed a trailer. In addition to the cost, reuse is very important to me. Searching for several "junk" bicycles, I would like to make my own trailer, loosely based on this well developed tutorial. Creating this homemade trailer would also be a practice for holding workshops on how low income and bicycle reliant individuals could reproduce them. A two wheeled design would probably be more practical for Buffalo and for carting things around (the BOB has a weight limit of about 70lbs). Also, a two wheeled trailer would create less stress on the rear hub.

I am spurred on by the experiment conducted by the Durning Family, on the feasibility of going without a car. So far I have been commuting to work, probably better than 50% of the time, sometimes changing schools three times. There are no shower facilities in the elementary schools, but I generally work in an airconditioned setting, so even on 80 degree days, I cool adequately after the ride. I do bring "work" clothes, and when I feel it will not appall people (out of sight), I dry my sweaty clothes by hanging them on the crossmember of my bike. My laptop resides in my backpack; a jostling in the pannier would not be good for it. A lunch, external harddrive and clothes go into a single pannier. The bike itself can be housed inside each school.

The whole concept creates quite a stir and gets people to talk about alternative forms of transportation and car/bike awareness and safety.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

I had my local bike shop, Campus Wheel Works, do a major overhaul on my road bike. They added another sprocket? to the front and two to the back, changing my 10 speed into a 21 speed. New front and back derailleurs, a new crank set and a new front wheel rounded out the upgrade. In addition, they realigned my brakes (my son had crashed my prized bike). I rode it for the first time yesterday. Until now the mountain bike was used. Accepting that a bike ridden in the snow/slop would get beaten up, the road bike had stayed dry and inside until all muck was off the roads. I had added a rack to the mountain bike so I could still grocery shop.

The transformation of the road bike was amazing. For $350 the bike rode like new. This does seem like a lot of money, but in the long run, when you have a comfortable bike with features you like, it is much less expensive to upgrade/update it if possible. A new comparable bike would have cost me $650. The biggest problem with my road bike was the lack of a "granny" gear. Very happy.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007


Since the summer of 2006, I have vowed to use my car less. I live in a large urban area, relatively flat with long stretches of feasibly bike friendly weather. Yes, I am talking about Buffalo, NY. Unlike many cities, Buffalo is moderately easy to get around on a bicycle, and though it snows, the streets are usually plowed to bare pavement. I have paniers, but am thinking about a used BOB trailer, which has a single wheel. For this reason, they track behind a bike very well, and keep you from sticking further into traffic.
I have been doing a large amount of my shopping via bicycle, though since I only have rear paniers, I also take advantage of a bookbag.

In late summer I managed to purchase a mountain bike to use as a beater in the winter and for bad weather. I paid $35 for a low level Diamondback at a police auction. Amused that the auctioneer ( an officer) stated the chain was shot and the brake broken, I took it home, cleaned it up and reconnected the quick release on the brake. Great find!