I spent December 25 cleaning my road bike, Erin.
Now in truth there is some vanity involved in cleaning a bike, after all a clean bike will not ride faster or steer truer than a dirty bike, but, cleaning a bike forces a person to go over every part of the bike very carefully, so if there are any hairline fractures you can see them and, well in my case foolishly do nothing about them. But cleaning certain parts of a bike are critical, in particular the drive train.
If the drive train is left to build up dirt what happens is, besides rust, the parts wear, and as they wear they begin to lose their fitting. For example, the bits and pieces of a chain become more and more loose and the chain itself begins to "stretch" - it is not that the chain is elastic, but the parts of the chain are looser so the chain does not fit together so well anymore. Enough chain stretch can wear down the cassette to the point where a replacement chain won't even fit the old cassette. Even more stretch can have the same effect on the chain rings. Eventually the chain will just break wide open, at which point not only do you need to buy new chain rings, cassette and chain (all in, can cost between about one hundred fifty and one thousand dollars) but you will either have to buy new shoes, or pay a fortune to a taxi driver to get you home. By contrast, I have never seen a high end chain for more than ninety dollars, and by keeping your drive train clean, you can probably almost double the life of your chain.
Sorry the slide show is rather annoyingly fast, but if you are interested in cleaning your own bike it might be best to read the captions. Next time I do this I should get a photographer to take pictures. The problem is I spent the entire time handling some pretty nasty stuff, varsol, a citrus cleaner with petro chemicals, rags saturated with dirt picked up from the side of the road, and so on, as a result it was a big pain to stop, scrub my hands and take a picture.
While washing Erin outside I noticed there was a dull roar like the sound of an expressway. I thought nothing of it, until I realised the nearest expressway is about 2km away, then I looked to the south to the beach and saw monster white caps, so after I brought Erin back into the house I went for a walk to the beach and took some pictures. This has nothing to do with bike repair, but it was an awesome sight all the same.
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
On More Cost Benefit Analysis
I got quite a bit of positive feedback from my analysis of the motivation of drivers to use the bike/bus/taxi lane on Bay Street. (For people outside Toronto, the right lane is reserved, the left lane is for general use.)
In my post I noted that for a driver the calculation proceeds along the following line, assume the chance of getting caught and ticketed is say X, now assume the ticket value plus lost time waiting for the cop to write up the ticket, plus hike in auto insurance premiums is say, $Y. The "cost" for using the bike lane is logically simply $XY (or X times Y). Now using this 'right' lane is obviously faster than the left on Bay street, assume the drivers time is worth say, $T/hour and assume the driver estimates they will save H time (measured in hours, or fractions thereof), if we compute say V = $(TH - XY) we get the savings from driving illegally in the bike lane. If the number, V, is negative it does not make economic sense to put a cyclist (including me) at risk of death by 2 ton blunt instrument, but if the number is positive, well a driver would be foolish to drive anywhere other than the bike lane.
Of course if you are driving, illegally, in the bike lane and you see a cop the natural thing to do would probably be to get into that left lane, since X has just gone way up. Except, it turns out, and here is a dirty little secret, X, recall, is the chance of getting caught and ticketed, well the value for X is a big fat plump juicy ZERO no matter how many police are out there.
I was riding south to work, on Bay and I saw a cop at a red light, on Friday Dec. 18. I asked him if he was going to ticket the car behind me on account of the fact that the car was in the bike lane. The cop responded: "what bike lane?" I answered: "right here!" Then the light changed to green. In retrospect I should not have taken advantage of the green light, but argued my point.
I believe I am entitled to get to work, by bike, without taking my life into my hands. We all know the lyrics sing along, bikes do not pollute, they cause considerably less wear on roads, they are responsible for far fewer fatalities, than cars. Use of a bike does not enrich Osama Bin Laden or Mister Richard B. Cheney, but a bike will cause the rider to loose fat and gain muscle. So I want it explained to me, why is it that police so religiously enforce the no left turn on Bay Street southbound to Richmond Street west, but won't pop their head around the corner and enforce the bike, bus and taxi lane not 30m away?
In unrelated news, tomorrow is December 25, this day is significant to some as International Jewish* Movie Day. Others, followers of a Joshua son of Joseph, celebrate Joshua's birthday this day (despite the fact that he was probably born in the spring). I will be cleaning Erin, I will post images and give a detailed explanation while I work, hopefully anyone I haven't just offended will find it helpful.
* Okay I should probably call it Muslum or Hindu Movie Day, but a friend of mine in high school called it International Jewish Movie Day and that's worked pretty well, but lets be honest, its basically Internation Movie Day from what even Christians tell me.
In my post I noted that for a driver the calculation proceeds along the following line, assume the chance of getting caught and ticketed is say X, now assume the ticket value plus lost time waiting for the cop to write up the ticket, plus hike in auto insurance premiums is say, $Y. The "cost" for using the bike lane is logically simply $XY (or X times Y). Now using this 'right' lane is obviously faster than the left on Bay street, assume the drivers time is worth say, $T/hour and assume the driver estimates they will save H time (measured in hours, or fractions thereof), if we compute say V = $(TH - XY) we get the savings from driving illegally in the bike lane. If the number, V, is negative it does not make economic sense to put a cyclist (including me) at risk of death by 2 ton blunt instrument, but if the number is positive, well a driver would be foolish to drive anywhere other than the bike lane.
Of course if you are driving, illegally, in the bike lane and you see a cop the natural thing to do would probably be to get into that left lane, since X has just gone way up. Except, it turns out, and here is a dirty little secret, X, recall, is the chance of getting caught and ticketed, well the value for X is a big fat plump juicy ZERO no matter how many police are out there.
I was riding south to work, on Bay and I saw a cop at a red light, on Friday Dec. 18. I asked him if he was going to ticket the car behind me on account of the fact that the car was in the bike lane. The cop responded: "what bike lane?" I answered: "right here!" Then the light changed to green. In retrospect I should not have taken advantage of the green light, but argued my point.
I believe I am entitled to get to work, by bike, without taking my life into my hands. We all know the lyrics sing along, bikes do not pollute, they cause considerably less wear on roads, they are responsible for far fewer fatalities, than cars. Use of a bike does not enrich Osama Bin Laden or Mister Richard B. Cheney, but a bike will cause the rider to loose fat and gain muscle. So I want it explained to me, why is it that police so religiously enforce the no left turn on Bay Street southbound to Richmond Street west, but won't pop their head around the corner and enforce the bike, bus and taxi lane not 30m away?
In unrelated news, tomorrow is December 25, this day is significant to some as International Jewish* Movie Day. Others, followers of a Joshua son of Joseph, celebrate Joshua's birthday this day (despite the fact that he was probably born in the spring). I will be cleaning Erin, I will post images and give a detailed explanation while I work, hopefully anyone I haven't just offended will find it helpful.
* Okay I should probably call it Muslum or Hindu Movie Day, but a friend of mine in high school called it International Jewish Movie Day and that's worked pretty well, but lets be honest, its basically Internation Movie Day from what even Christians tell me.
Monday, December 14, 2009
On Slush
On Thursday November 20 2008 I rode to work. Nothing unusual so far I confess, but on the 19th it snowed, starting in the late afternoon and continued unabated for several hours. At the time the Coppi had no fenders and was still running an ancient friction down tube shift with a six speed free wheel. About the only thing, besides the frame, that I have not changed since then were the pedals that Jeff (from Rochester) and I attached on November 14.
By the time I got to the office, I was covered in slush and mud, head to toe. (The slush was so bad I still remember the date it happened, I did not even need to look it up.) More than a year later I rode that Coppi to work again on December 9, 2009 and like that awful November 20, December 9 had a major snowfall the night before. Only this time the snow turned to sleet by the time I got out the door. Thank goodness for fenders, I got wet but at least the wet was clean precipitation not mud kicked up by the back wheel.
Now despite the fenders this ride was no bed of roses, there was so much slush that it got into my cassette (the advantages of the modern ten speed cassette) and gummed everything up. The slush was so bad I could feel the chain slide over the sprockets with only the most modest power transfer to the hub, if I did torque things up the chain would just slide right over the gears. On the other hand drivers were, for the most part, more respectful. I think the realization that anyone who would bike in this weather is someone worthy of respect, or more likely someone insane enough to bike in this weather is not the sort of guy you want to annoy, whatever the reason drivers were modestly better. Still the ones that cut into my lane and soaked me by kicking up a huge puddle, well couldn't they wait until they had clearly passed me before going right?
At least riding in slush is not nearly as bad as it used to be. Even better, I am still hammering out the miles outside when the roads are dry. On December 12 I went for a ride, I ended up doing 80km in an unimpressive 3 hours (GPS, which auto pauses at under 4.8km/h, i.e. when I am about to stop for a light, said I averaged 27 km/h.) Of course my speed was limited by the hypothermia I got on the way home and the brutal head wind on the way out.
In other news, Trek has published the new Team Radio Shack bikes. Oh my god! There are several artists, and a clothing designer who have no taste whatsoever. Of course since the great and mighty Lance will be riding with The Shack bet your knickers we are about to get saturation coverage of those sinfully ugly Madone-6s all over Versus. I like team CSC/Saxo-Bank, not only because they are decent guys, but they have the good taste, sense, to keep things subdued.
Now I will grant the SRAM Red levers and deraileurs are, to my thinking a lot better than the Shimano Dura-Ace, but the drive train itself, well I guess if SRAM is sponsoring Lance & Co, then Lance better be happy with a pure Red groupo.
Here are some images so you can see, I haven't lost my mind, which is more than I can say for Mike Pfalzgraff (Trek's Design Director).
By the time I got to the office, I was covered in slush and mud, head to toe. (The slush was so bad I still remember the date it happened, I did not even need to look it up.) More than a year later I rode that Coppi to work again on December 9, 2009 and like that awful November 20, December 9 had a major snowfall the night before. Only this time the snow turned to sleet by the time I got out the door. Thank goodness for fenders, I got wet but at least the wet was clean precipitation not mud kicked up by the back wheel.
Now despite the fenders this ride was no bed of roses, there was so much slush that it got into my cassette (the advantages of the modern ten speed cassette) and gummed everything up. The slush was so bad I could feel the chain slide over the sprockets with only the most modest power transfer to the hub, if I did torque things up the chain would just slide right over the gears. On the other hand drivers were, for the most part, more respectful. I think the realization that anyone who would bike in this weather is someone worthy of respect, or more likely someone insane enough to bike in this weather is not the sort of guy you want to annoy, whatever the reason drivers were modestly better. Still the ones that cut into my lane and soaked me by kicking up a huge puddle, well couldn't they wait until they had clearly passed me before going right?
At least riding in slush is not nearly as bad as it used to be. Even better, I am still hammering out the miles outside when the roads are dry. On December 12 I went for a ride, I ended up doing 80km in an unimpressive 3 hours (GPS, which auto pauses at under 4.8km/h, i.e. when I am about to stop for a light, said I averaged 27 km/h.) Of course my speed was limited by the hypothermia I got on the way home and the brutal head wind on the way out.
In other news, Trek has published the new Team Radio Shack bikes. Oh my god! There are several artists, and a clothing designer who have no taste whatsoever. Of course since the great and mighty Lance will be riding with The Shack bet your knickers we are about to get saturation coverage of those sinfully ugly Madone-6s all over Versus. I like team CSC/Saxo-Bank, not only because they are decent guys, but they have the good taste, sense, to keep things subdued.
Now I will grant the SRAM Red levers and deraileurs are, to my thinking a lot better than the Shimano Dura-Ace, but the drive train itself, well I guess if SRAM is sponsoring Lance & Co, then Lance better be happy with a pure Red groupo.
Here are some images so you can see, I haven't lost my mind, which is more than I can say for Mike Pfalzgraff (Trek's Design Director).
Sunday, December 13, 2009
On A Late Season Ride
Aside, sorry this entry took so long to post. In fact I have almost finished writing up the next entry already! I have just been awfully busy, so while I can still steal the few minutes each day to write and tweak my entries, the actual time it takes to post these things is just not there anymore. (Notice I am posting at 1am on Sunday!)
The weather in 2009, in Toronto, has been, to put things mildly, bizarre. In July it was so wet and cold they could have renamed that month April, version 2.0. August was hardly any better. Then September was the driest month in something like 40 years! After the rain that was the summer of 2009 I spent so much time on Erin in September that by the time I crashed I could hardly keep my eyes open I was so exhausted. In one very small sense, the crash was a good thing, it forced me to catch up on my sleep.
October was warm, possibly warmer than July and right though what ought to be a very rainy November I was enjoying rides almost every day. Even on my Birthday I rode Erin to work, now granted it has become cool but the weather is still pretty decent. Occasional rain I can handle, but the weather in July was enough to drive me insane. Although I cannot complain now, what riding I missed early I made up for late. That I am still riding Erin in December is remarkable, amazing even.
Anyway a couple days ago I was riding home from work on Lower Simcoe. Now normally Lower Simcoe is a great road, there is a bike lane, very little traffic and well the only other options to cross the railway tracks near the lake suck. But this day the Buffalo Bills were playing a "home" game at the Sky Dome, excuse me, Rogers Centre. Traffic on Lower Simcoe was a disaster, complete with an abundance of lousy taxi drivers. Question, what is up with cab drivers? Are they physically incapable of not driving aggressively, or yielding now and then?
Well one cabbie was driving in the bike lane. And I don't mean, he was about to make a right turn and he cut into the lane, no, he advanced a good 50m in the bike lane before I managed to get around his vehicle, bang on his windshield and scream blue murder at him. An ugly exchange with a great deal of swearing followed with a call by me to 911, sadly I do not expect anything was actually done. But I so inconvenienced the taxi driver, I stopped directly in front of him and stood my ground, that I suspect he did not use the bike lane for the rest of that hour (it was about five minutes to 5.)
The next day I was driving, don't ask what I was thinking, I honestly do not remember my excuse for using the killing machine. Anyway there was a green light, a four lane one way road and due to construction only two open lanes, one lane had a parked car. Well to make the green light I pulled into the parked car lane, made it through the intersection and well into the next block where there was a long train of taxi's, and not one of them would let me in just to get around the parked car. So I simply forced my way in and got... A lot of honking and swearing from a cabbie, I made the biggest toothiest grin I could and waved back at him. Then, on the next green light, the car in front of me though hardly moved, managed to get just far enough for me to squeeze around the parked car, but in honour of the honking taxi behind me I just sat still and finally moved off and made my right turn when I felt good and ready - and my pulse had slowed. For all I know that cabbie is still, I hope, where he cannot hurt anyone, trapped in a horrific traffic jam.
The fact is there ought to be a war, a war on taxi drivers. They are reckless and aggressive. They have no respect for the rules of the road or the people they must share the road with. I would love to see better enforcement of motor vehicle legislation against cabbies, but somehow I just don't think that is going to happen soon, which is worse than a shame. Just over a year ago a taxi driver took a man's legs off, and somehow I don't think this gong show, that is driving in Toronto, is going to end anytime soon.
The weather in 2009, in Toronto, has been, to put things mildly, bizarre. In July it was so wet and cold they could have renamed that month April, version 2.0. August was hardly any better. Then September was the driest month in something like 40 years! After the rain that was the summer of 2009 I spent so much time on Erin in September that by the time I crashed I could hardly keep my eyes open I was so exhausted. In one very small sense, the crash was a good thing, it forced me to catch up on my sleep.
October was warm, possibly warmer than July and right though what ought to be a very rainy November I was enjoying rides almost every day. Even on my Birthday I rode Erin to work, now granted it has become cool but the weather is still pretty decent. Occasional rain I can handle, but the weather in July was enough to drive me insane. Although I cannot complain now, what riding I missed early I made up for late. That I am still riding Erin in December is remarkable, amazing even.
Anyway a couple days ago I was riding home from work on Lower Simcoe. Now normally Lower Simcoe is a great road, there is a bike lane, very little traffic and well the only other options to cross the railway tracks near the lake suck. But this day the Buffalo Bills were playing a "home" game at the Sky Dome, excuse me, Rogers Centre. Traffic on Lower Simcoe was a disaster, complete with an abundance of lousy taxi drivers. Question, what is up with cab drivers? Are they physically incapable of not driving aggressively, or yielding now and then?
Well one cabbie was driving in the bike lane. And I don't mean, he was about to make a right turn and he cut into the lane, no, he advanced a good 50m in the bike lane before I managed to get around his vehicle, bang on his windshield and scream blue murder at him. An ugly exchange with a great deal of swearing followed with a call by me to 911, sadly I do not expect anything was actually done. But I so inconvenienced the taxi driver, I stopped directly in front of him and stood my ground, that I suspect he did not use the bike lane for the rest of that hour (it was about five minutes to 5.)
The next day I was driving, don't ask what I was thinking, I honestly do not remember my excuse for using the killing machine. Anyway there was a green light, a four lane one way road and due to construction only two open lanes, one lane had a parked car. Well to make the green light I pulled into the parked car lane, made it through the intersection and well into the next block where there was a long train of taxi's, and not one of them would let me in just to get around the parked car. So I simply forced my way in and got... A lot of honking and swearing from a cabbie, I made the biggest toothiest grin I could and waved back at him. Then, on the next green light, the car in front of me though hardly moved, managed to get just far enough for me to squeeze around the parked car, but in honour of the honking taxi behind me I just sat still and finally moved off and made my right turn when I felt good and ready - and my pulse had slowed. For all I know that cabbie is still, I hope, where he cannot hurt anyone, trapped in a horrific traffic jam.
The fact is there ought to be a war, a war on taxi drivers. They are reckless and aggressive. They have no respect for the rules of the road or the people they must share the road with. I would love to see better enforcement of motor vehicle legislation against cabbies, but somehow I just don't think that is going to happen soon, which is worse than a shame. Just over a year ago a taxi driver took a man's legs off, and somehow I don't think this gong show, that is driving in Toronto, is going to end anytime soon.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
On Riding and Writing
Happy Birthday to me! Anyway, I wrote this a little while ago but decided to proof read it a few times to make sure it was not quite as bad as some recent posts.
I know my last post positively stunk. The only thing I can say by way of an apology is that it was a lot better when it was still in my head before fingers touched keyboard.
Anyway my red cell count is down, probably something between eight and ten percent and the weather is iffy, at best, so I am back on the saddle! But in much worse shape than just ten days ago. There was a study an Italian doctor believes he has found a therapy for MS, it is still in the early stages, but if this works in larger study populations MS might become a thing of the past. I bring this up because the therapy involved reducing iron build up, ironic, MS patients have too much iron, right about now I could use an anvil in my stomach.
I have been developing a novel in my head, well it is more the background, the characters, the plot, all that good stuff. The problem is while I have decided on the issue my protagonist will face I have yet to settle the underlying motive. Look for the book sometime this spring! (Not!)
I would like to try my hand at writing, I think I can be good, sometimes, and to be honest it would make a nice change to do some fiction as opposed to all the stuff I do in my day job. Don't get me wrong I do like what I do, but my creative streak needs an outlet, that is partly why this blog exists, and writing a short novel seems like a pretty harmless way to express my creativity.
Other than that, I should report that Toronto drivers are setting ever deeper lows. Today a guy turning right did not bother to check the bike trail as I nearly slammed into him (good thing I had new tyres on, the ground was wet, with older tyres I would have gone through his side window for sure.) Yesterday on a four lane road a minivan driver blasted his horn at me, I had the audacity to "hog" the entire right lane, there was no traffic in the left lane. Eventually our horn tooting minivan passed me honking all the way as s/he ran a pedestrian cross walk, where pedestrians who had the right of way, were waiting to cross.
Other than riding I recently wrote up a product review of Shimano Dura-Ace 7900 brake/shift levers. What a disappointment the 7900 groupo has been eh? (If you don't have Dura-Ace don't get jealous, it is totally not worth it.)
First of all the new Dura-Ace master link is so bad it does not just suck, it actually swallows! I mean here is something that is supposed to help the roadie salvage a busted chain roadside, well a couple weeks ago I was cleaning Erin and I went to take the chain off. After struggling with that link for a good 30 minutes I finally get, well very black hands, but I do get the link off and loose one of the pins in the process. I have switched to KMC links, cheaper and easier, a lot easier. Next chain will be SRAM, they have a sensible master link, even use a different colour to make it easier to find, isn't that helpful?
Or how about this, I sold an old pair of levers, the ones that had been in the crash. I replaced a dinky plastic cover plate on them, it was purely aesthetic, totally unnecessary, but would make the levers more sellable, cost of the plate? $27 wholesale, $54 MSRP! It is a 1 gram piece of frigging plastic!
Of course over priced parts and well thought out master links are unimportant if the part works as advertised, which is why Dura-Ace is really over priced. To change a gear you have to heave the shift lever so far over that one might as well dismount and change gears the old fashioned way, by changing wheels! I had a chance to test ride some SRAM Red levers recently, I was a Shimano guy, but not so much anymore, one quick click and I've changed gears, a longer click and I change two gears, it really cannot get much better than that, especially at the bottom of a steep hill climb or the top of a steep decent.
Dura-Ace is pretty, but the short of it is, if this is Shimano's top of the line product for roadies then Shimano should stick to fishing rods. In a fair side-by-side comparison Campi and SRAM should put Shimano out of business.
I know my last post positively stunk. The only thing I can say by way of an apology is that it was a lot better when it was still in my head before fingers touched keyboard.
Anyway my red cell count is down, probably something between eight and ten percent and the weather is iffy, at best, so I am back on the saddle! But in much worse shape than just ten days ago. There was a study an Italian doctor believes he has found a therapy for MS, it is still in the early stages, but if this works in larger study populations MS might become a thing of the past. I bring this up because the therapy involved reducing iron build up, ironic, MS patients have too much iron, right about now I could use an anvil in my stomach.
I have been developing a novel in my head, well it is more the background, the characters, the plot, all that good stuff. The problem is while I have decided on the issue my protagonist will face I have yet to settle the underlying motive. Look for the book sometime this spring! (Not!)
I would like to try my hand at writing, I think I can be good, sometimes, and to be honest it would make a nice change to do some fiction as opposed to all the stuff I do in my day job. Don't get me wrong I do like what I do, but my creative streak needs an outlet, that is partly why this blog exists, and writing a short novel seems like a pretty harmless way to express my creativity.
Other than that, I should report that Toronto drivers are setting ever deeper lows. Today a guy turning right did not bother to check the bike trail as I nearly slammed into him (good thing I had new tyres on, the ground was wet, with older tyres I would have gone through his side window for sure.) Yesterday on a four lane road a minivan driver blasted his horn at me, I had the audacity to "hog" the entire right lane, there was no traffic in the left lane. Eventually our horn tooting minivan passed me honking all the way as s/he ran a pedestrian cross walk, where pedestrians who had the right of way, were waiting to cross.
Other than riding I recently wrote up a product review of Shimano Dura-Ace 7900 brake/shift levers. What a disappointment the 7900 groupo has been eh? (If you don't have Dura-Ace don't get jealous, it is totally not worth it.)
First of all the new Dura-Ace master link is so bad it does not just suck, it actually swallows! I mean here is something that is supposed to help the roadie salvage a busted chain roadside, well a couple weeks ago I was cleaning Erin and I went to take the chain off. After struggling with that link for a good 30 minutes I finally get, well very black hands, but I do get the link off and loose one of the pins in the process. I have switched to KMC links, cheaper and easier, a lot easier. Next chain will be SRAM, they have a sensible master link, even use a different colour to make it easier to find, isn't that helpful?
Or how about this, I sold an old pair of levers, the ones that had been in the crash. I replaced a dinky plastic cover plate on them, it was purely aesthetic, totally unnecessary, but would make the levers more sellable, cost of the plate? $27 wholesale, $54 MSRP! It is a 1 gram piece of frigging plastic!
Of course over priced parts and well thought out master links are unimportant if the part works as advertised, which is why Dura-Ace is really over priced. To change a gear you have to heave the shift lever so far over that one might as well dismount and change gears the old fashioned way, by changing wheels! I had a chance to test ride some SRAM Red levers recently, I was a Shimano guy, but not so much anymore, one quick click and I've changed gears, a longer click and I change two gears, it really cannot get much better than that, especially at the bottom of a steep hill climb or the top of a steep decent.
Dura-Ace is pretty, but the short of it is, if this is Shimano's top of the line product for roadies then Shimano should stick to fishing rods. In a fair side-by-side comparison Campi and SRAM should put Shimano out of business.
Friday, November 20, 2009
On Oil
I donated blood today. I don’t even know how many donations I have made, I would have to look at my donor card and see what the count is. I think it is more than 65 donations to date. So I will not be doing any riding for a while and as fall turns to winter (a year ago today was the first snow fall of the fall/winter of 2008-’09) I fear my days of riding are just about over until next season.
Talk of seasonal change brings to mind a dream, I think it was a dream, possibly an experience from my late high school years. It must have been a late August night, I am driving with friends in the car, I am pretty sure down the Don Valley Parkway under the bright yellow sodium lights, with the music on loud and the windows and roof open, enjoying that bitter sweet last gasp of warmth and freedom that is a teenagers life in the summer. The freedom of being able to drive too fast with the wind in my face, is an experience I have tried to repeat a couple times in the years since. But I want to come back to this notion of the bitter sweet pleasures that must come to an end.
We live in a dream world I’m afraid. We need to come to terms with the fact that the amount of energy in a Liter of gasoline is about 32MJ/L or about 150 kBTU/Gallon (US). Put another way, there are about 7 million calories of potential chemical energy in a Liter of gas, now 7 million calories would get me nearly 300 round trips to Rochester NY by bicycle (based on my 12 Kilocalorie effort last time), 7 million calories can also be used to drive the 2001 Audi sedan that Lesley owns perhaps 8 to 10 kilometers in Toronto.
Can I be more blunt than the mathematics here? The fact is driving hugely, phenomenally, unbelievably, wasteful. We as a society need to recognize a few facts about the way we live:
With respect to the first point, peak oil is not something I think I need to rehash. It is fact, there is only so much ground beneath us, and only so much of that ground contains oil. It stands to reason, as we tap the oil, there will be less and as the amount of oil runs out, getting more will become harder and harder. The total global production of oil is about 83 million barrels a day, yet every year the amount of oil existing wells produce drops by about 4 million barrels a day. Just to maintain existing oil production figures, every single year 4 million net new barrels a day of production must come on stream around the world. So the recently discovered elephant field in the Gulf of Mexico, which is under thousands of feet of water and earth and contains 15 billion barrels of oil? If it could produce 4 million barrels a day, or 46 barrels a second, it would still only keep our production flat lined for a whole ten years before running dry. Of course we need production to increase. Little wonder oil was selling for $146 a barrel prior to the recession and is now nearly $80 despite the massive contraction in demand for oil.
With respect to the second point, consider by the time your typical American (or Canadian) child turns four years old they have consumed as much energy as your average Somali will consume in their lifetime. A Somali village of 40 needs as much energy as I do! We dump our garbage off their shores because they cannot police their own waters, their fishermen in desperate need for food or money to sustain the family resort to piracy. It is now believed that Osama Bin Laden got his start with support to the Somali war lords, little wonder, they probably are as disgusted by our own decadence as we are.
In Vice President (President Elect) Al Gore’s presentation that was made into the movie An Inconvenient Truth, he shows a cartoon where there is a balance, the decision is bars of gold or the planet Earth. The former next president points out that gold isn’t really worth all that much if the planet we live on is dead.
We have been living in a dream, energy so easy to get, all you really need to do is punch a hole in the ground, wait for the oil to burst out and, if you name is Rockefeller collect your billions. But as I have tried to show, this way of living, with machines that use far too much energy, and with lifestyles that are far too wasteful, is coming to an end. I fear the next act for the human race will be to learn how to make do with a lot less just as we did one hundred years ago.
Talk of seasonal change brings to mind a dream, I think it was a dream, possibly an experience from my late high school years. It must have been a late August night, I am driving with friends in the car, I am pretty sure down the Don Valley Parkway under the bright yellow sodium lights, with the music on loud and the windows and roof open, enjoying that bitter sweet last gasp of warmth and freedom that is a teenagers life in the summer. The freedom of being able to drive too fast with the wind in my face, is an experience I have tried to repeat a couple times in the years since. But I want to come back to this notion of the bitter sweet pleasures that must come to an end.
We live in a dream world I’m afraid. We need to come to terms with the fact that the amount of energy in a Liter of gasoline is about 32MJ/L or about 150 kBTU/Gallon (US). Put another way, there are about 7 million calories of potential chemical energy in a Liter of gas, now 7 million calories would get me nearly 300 round trips to Rochester NY by bicycle (based on my 12 Kilocalorie effort last time), 7 million calories can also be used to drive the 2001 Audi sedan that Lesley owns perhaps 8 to 10 kilometers in Toronto.
Can I be more blunt than the mathematics here? The fact is driving hugely, phenomenally, unbelievably, wasteful. We as a society need to recognize a few facts about the way we live:
- Our lifestyle is unsustainable
- Our lifestyle provokes animosity from the sort of people who would commit acts of terror against us.
- Our lifestyle is destroying our very habitat.
With respect to the first point, peak oil is not something I think I need to rehash. It is fact, there is only so much ground beneath us, and only so much of that ground contains oil. It stands to reason, as we tap the oil, there will be less and as the amount of oil runs out, getting more will become harder and harder. The total global production of oil is about 83 million barrels a day, yet every year the amount of oil existing wells produce drops by about 4 million barrels a day. Just to maintain existing oil production figures, every single year 4 million net new barrels a day of production must come on stream around the world. So the recently discovered elephant field in the Gulf of Mexico, which is under thousands of feet of water and earth and contains 15 billion barrels of oil? If it could produce 4 million barrels a day, or 46 barrels a second, it would still only keep our production flat lined for a whole ten years before running dry. Of course we need production to increase. Little wonder oil was selling for $146 a barrel prior to the recession and is now nearly $80 despite the massive contraction in demand for oil.
With respect to the second point, consider by the time your typical American (or Canadian) child turns four years old they have consumed as much energy as your average Somali will consume in their lifetime. A Somali village of 40 needs as much energy as I do! We dump our garbage off their shores because they cannot police their own waters, their fishermen in desperate need for food or money to sustain the family resort to piracy. It is now believed that Osama Bin Laden got his start with support to the Somali war lords, little wonder, they probably are as disgusted by our own decadence as we are.
In Vice President (President Elect) Al Gore’s presentation that was made into the movie An Inconvenient Truth, he shows a cartoon where there is a balance, the decision is bars of gold or the planet Earth. The former next president points out that gold isn’t really worth all that much if the planet we live on is dead.
We have been living in a dream, energy so easy to get, all you really need to do is punch a hole in the ground, wait for the oil to burst out and, if you name is Rockefeller collect your billions. But as I have tried to show, this way of living, with machines that use far too much energy, and with lifestyles that are far too wasteful, is coming to an end. I fear the next act for the human race will be to learn how to make do with a lot less just as we did one hundred years ago.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
On Joy Rides
You know it occurs to me that that bit of Tolkien I quoted in the last post could be taken as some sort of attempt on my part to equate myself with Aragorn the king of Gondor. Obviously nothing could be further from the truth, I was just thinking of the scene in Return of the King when the sword gets reforged from the broken blades, much as Erin was rebuilt. (Something rather pathetic, read the Wikipedia article I reference, I think someone needs to be told that The Lord of the Rings is not a text book, and I thought I was bad because I named my bike.)
I better insert a second disclaimer here, I read The Lord of the Rings, long before the Peter Jackson mega blockbuster came out, before I came to know Lesley even, truth is, I'm not much of a fan for fantasy, including Tolkien. I'm sure I've upset a legion of boys (if they read my blog) but I just never liked reading a thousand pages about an impossible World where impossible things happened and people lived impossibly long lives. I need my fiction to be grounded in reality. (Sorry children, but having a Wikipedia article about Lord Aragorn that reads as if the king were real does not make his story any more enticing.)
In other news, ever since I got Erin back up I have been riding her as much as I possibly can. And what a delight it is to be on a light bike. Suddenly hills that in the past seemed difficult are now a place to drop the rest of the club as I hammer on by.
Recently I rode through 16th Avenue from Kennedy across to Keele St, whatever appeal there is in 16, also known as Carrville and Rutherford and possibly other things, is beyond me. There was a huge amount of motor vehicle traffic. But one thing I found ironic and disgusting at the same time, as I passed Leslie I encountered a Dewbourne then a Spadina Ave. Now having grown up in Cedarvale I lived one block from Dewbourne and remember riding my Coppi up and down Spadina. Only up North of 16 the roads got these names by a frantic effort of developers (Question: why are all efforts by a developer frantic?) to sell homes to the nostalgic children of Forrest Hill and Cedarvale residents. Children who had to have the two car parking and had succumb to the seduction of the automobile.
The seduction of the automobile, reminds me of the scene in the movie Oh What a Lovely Little War. The beautiful woman on stage (representing war) singing to the boys telling them to 'take the ticket', but when the boys jump on stage she turns out to be an ugly hag, but of course by then it is too late, the boys are rushed to the trenches to fight or more realistically, to die. To paraphrase Thomas Jefferson, "Owning a car, is like holding a wolf by the ears, you don't like it but you don't dare let it go." Well some people like to own cars and drive, I don't understand that type of person but I know they exist, personally I still remember getting our car, it was an exciting way to blow a lot of money, but after eight years it is amazing how ugly the hag of car ownership truly is.
In other thoughts, recently someone published on the BCC web site the following in a comment: "...at Bloomington, and together we had a nice spin to the Starbucks. I only hit 65km/h on Kennedy. Next year, I vow to break the speed limit." Now I checked and in fairness nowhere did I write that I have had, for a long time, a goal of exceeding the posted speed limit of 70km/h on Kennedy Road southbound below Bloomington. I recall some time ago a BCC ride to Goodwood, QB was training for the Iron Man and after reaching Goodwood had decided to do a second lap up the town line road or perhaps 9'th or 10'th line. I tried to catch QB but he is just so damn fast, I ended up turning for home on Kennedy and discovered how easy it was to hit 60km/h, I realised with a little effort I could exceed the speed limit and maybe even get busted if I was not careful. Thereafter I set a goal of getting busted for speeding there. I have not yet achieved this goal, but I have said I want to do that for some time. Now I may not have written that I want to get busted for speeding on Kennedy but, I know I have told near everyone that I've had that goal and one day I will achieve it. That said, on August I did say the following: "Max speed: 59.27km/h (damnit didn’t bust the speed limit… gotta keep trying)" I know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but imitation without attribution is something else entirely. I know sometimes I repeat what other people say, but I try to acknowledge that person, or at the very least acknowledge the fact that the remark was not my idea, and I know I should not get all hot and bothered about it, but on the other hand it is not the first time I have had an idea and someone has tried to steal the credit. At least this time the theft of an idea will not result in reward, a silly goal, a laugh or two, but nothing serious. The last stolen idea was work related and a vendor tried to claim the credit, thank goodness my manager was on the same conference call with that vendor when I conceived the idea, I just wish my manager was on the second conference call when the vendor tried to publicly take the credit for my idea.
I better insert a second disclaimer here, I read The Lord of the Rings, long before the Peter Jackson mega blockbuster came out, before I came to know Lesley even, truth is, I'm not much of a fan for fantasy, including Tolkien. I'm sure I've upset a legion of boys (if they read my blog) but I just never liked reading a thousand pages about an impossible World where impossible things happened and people lived impossibly long lives. I need my fiction to be grounded in reality. (Sorry children, but having a Wikipedia article about Lord Aragorn that reads as if the king were real does not make his story any more enticing.)
In other news, ever since I got Erin back up I have been riding her as much as I possibly can. And what a delight it is to be on a light bike. Suddenly hills that in the past seemed difficult are now a place to drop the rest of the club as I hammer on by.
Recently I rode through 16th Avenue from Kennedy across to Keele St, whatever appeal there is in 16, also known as Carrville and Rutherford and possibly other things, is beyond me. There was a huge amount of motor vehicle traffic. But one thing I found ironic and disgusting at the same time, as I passed Leslie I encountered a Dewbourne then a Spadina Ave. Now having grown up in Cedarvale I lived one block from Dewbourne and remember riding my Coppi up and down Spadina. Only up North of 16 the roads got these names by a frantic effort of developers (Question: why are all efforts by a developer frantic?) to sell homes to the nostalgic children of Forrest Hill and Cedarvale residents. Children who had to have the two car parking and had succumb to the seduction of the automobile.
The seduction of the automobile, reminds me of the scene in the movie Oh What a Lovely Little War. The beautiful woman on stage (representing war) singing to the boys telling them to 'take the ticket', but when the boys jump on stage she turns out to be an ugly hag, but of course by then it is too late, the boys are rushed to the trenches to fight or more realistically, to die. To paraphrase Thomas Jefferson, "Owning a car, is like holding a wolf by the ears, you don't like it but you don't dare let it go." Well some people like to own cars and drive, I don't understand that type of person but I know they exist, personally I still remember getting our car, it was an exciting way to blow a lot of money, but after eight years it is amazing how ugly the hag of car ownership truly is.
In other thoughts, recently someone published on the BCC web site the following in a comment: "...at Bloomington, and together we had a nice spin to the Starbucks. I only hit 65km/h on Kennedy. Next year, I vow to break the speed limit." Now I checked and in fairness nowhere did I write that I have had, for a long time, a goal of exceeding the posted speed limit of 70km/h on Kennedy Road southbound below Bloomington. I recall some time ago a BCC ride to Goodwood, QB was training for the Iron Man and after reaching Goodwood had decided to do a second lap up the town line road or perhaps 9'th or 10'th line. I tried to catch QB but he is just so damn fast, I ended up turning for home on Kennedy and discovered how easy it was to hit 60km/h, I realised with a little effort I could exceed the speed limit and maybe even get busted if I was not careful. Thereafter I set a goal of getting busted for speeding there. I have not yet achieved this goal, but I have said I want to do that for some time. Now I may not have written that I want to get busted for speeding on Kennedy but, I know I have told near everyone that I've had that goal and one day I will achieve it. That said, on August I did say the following: "Max speed: 59.27km/h (damnit didn’t bust the speed limit… gotta keep trying)" I know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but imitation without attribution is something else entirely. I know sometimes I repeat what other people say, but I try to acknowledge that person, or at the very least acknowledge the fact that the remark was not my idea, and I know I should not get all hot and bothered about it, but on the other hand it is not the first time I have had an idea and someone has tried to steal the credit. At least this time the theft of an idea will not result in reward, a silly goal, a laugh or two, but nothing serious. The last stolen idea was work related and a vendor tried to claim the credit, thank goodness my manager was on the same conference call with that vendor when I conceived the idea, I just wish my manager was on the second conference call when the vendor tried to publicly take the credit for my idea.
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