tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733106697742950937.post4839989818636065745..comments2023-09-16T11:35:34.061-04:00Comments on The Hudson Valley Randonneur: My Caffeinated CommuteGeorge Swainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01699009686957085216noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733106697742950937.post-19497169693280635412009-02-21T21:44:00.000-05:002009-02-21T21:44:00.000-05:00I have great respect for commuters in your neck of...I have great respect for commuters in your neck of the woods. Like another commenter I have a 4 mile round trip here in Santa Monica (though I start the day with a 5 1/2 mile round trip hauling 2 kids to school in a trailer...). <BR/><BR/>I saw these commuters below in Chicago on a trip back there in December. They are cut from the same hearty cloth:<BR/><BR/>http://www.flickr.com/photos/26913594@N07/3120034309/jhaygoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14782917843376115416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733106697742950937.post-16663172443286007562009-02-16T11:34:00.000-05:002009-02-16T11:34:00.000-05:00Hey Greg,Spending money on good tires is generally...Hey Greg,<BR/><BR/>Spending money on good tires is generally worth it. I use Conti GP 4000 on my road bike and some wide, thick jobs on my single speed, but never have I tried goo-lined tires. When I upgraded to the Contis a few seasons ago, I noticed a huge difference with flats. Try something with good rubber and a Kevlar liner. I doubt you need anything with goo. Also, run your hand over the tire when you finish a ride. It may be that you are picking up slivers or sharp stones that eventually creep into the tire, but which could be removed with your fingernails or a pair of tweesers before things get bad.George Swainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01699009686957085216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733106697742950937.post-42308774493101478852009-02-16T11:24:00.000-05:002009-02-16T11:24:00.000-05:00George,Your tale makes my bike commute seem pretty...George,<BR/>Your tale makes my bike commute seem pretty tame by comparison -- 3.5 miles over suburban streets and bike paths on a brown commuter bike with comfy front and seat shocks. Well, at least the last steady uphill mile home is a workout -- especially with the all-too-frequent head wind. My main challenge has been frequent flats. I head out to the bike rack at work at the end of the day to find my rear (always rear) tire soft or flat, with a tiny pinhole puncture and no obvious offending splinter. For a while I was suspected revenge from disgruntled undergrads but the same thing happens at home too. Now I suspect the splintered wooden bridge I occasionally cross when I ride directly to/from the Instaar lab on east campus. Have you ever tried the "puncture-proof" goo-lined tires?<BR/><BR/>-Greg T.jenincohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08170900481925690259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733106697742950937.post-62738932383507762122009-02-15T22:04:00.000-05:002009-02-15T22:04:00.000-05:00Thanks for the tip, Dr. Codfish. That's just the k...Thanks for the tip, Dr. Codfish. That's just the kind of thing I can see happening to me, especially before I get an adequate supply of the black gold in my system. Keep the rubber side down.George Swainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01699009686957085216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-733106697742950937.post-79809467830860313732009-02-15T18:23:00.000-05:002009-02-15T18:23:00.000-05:00Concerning that coffee mug... watch out!I have som...Concerning that coffee mug... watch out!<BR/><BR/>I have something similar, it is a Starbux product and it is my coffee 'all rounder' cup, meaning it goes in the truck, and on the desk, and yes, even on the bike.<BR/><BR/>A few years ago it was jarred free of the bottle cage as I rattled over railroad tracks. I nearly went down as the rear wheel rolled over it.<BR/><BR/>It now sports a bike tire sized dent but continues to serve it's intended purpose. cheers, <BR/><BR/>Yr Pal, Dr CodfishPaul Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06072480695472781764noreply@blogger.com