29 degrees F...

...relatively balmy compared to yesterday.  Going out for the Fixed Gear bike for about 2 hrs dressed like I'm going on a moonwalk.

"Roger, do you read me Houston?   What's that coordinate equation again?"    

2H (39x16) + (no lunch) - (freewheel) = Wintertrainen!

In and around Boston, we call this a 'wintah-bike'.  

Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2012 at 10:42 AM

    Rick Hardy (Needham MA.)here from the BRC Been following your blog, Back in the day when you were racing in the 80's I was out running marathons. After heel spur surgery went over to bike racing late in my athletic career. Love your blog, in any event I noticed you rear light. I found a similiar unit on a ride on South Street in Needham. If you need a second unit and are ever in the area let me know as I can't use it without it's bracket.

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  2. CB2January 5, 2012 at 4:07 PM

    Pretty bike

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  3. MamilJanuary 5, 2012 at 4:30 PM

    Looks a lot like a steamroller. Does that say fatties fit fine on the chain stay? I have a brown one...Let me know if you ever want a partner on these long fixed rides. Especially as the weather gets worse. Jeff.

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  4. Touriste-RoutierJanuary 8, 2012 at 4:49 PM

    Eddy, you should be in fine shape for my Spring Classics (Hell of Hunterdon & Fools Classic); please contact me for the info.

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  5. UnknownFebruary 3, 2012 at 5:44 PM

    Hey, what kind of fenders are those? I'm in the market. Any suggestions would be great.
    Thanks!

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  6. Fast EddyFebruary 8, 2012 at 10:13 AM

    They're SKS race blade clip on road fenders. available many places online for ~$50-$60.

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