Saturday, March 8, 2008

Ringer



Since getting the 3-speed rear wheel for the Casino Cruiser, I've struggled with trying to get the gearing right.   Initially, I used first gear almost exclusively, second and third not being of much use.

Then I replaced the rear, 19-tooth cog with a 22-tooth.   That helped marginally.   Now I was riding using first and second, third gear still being too ridiculously high - especially for a bike with only rear brakes.   I just don't want to go that fast on this bike.   There is no such thing as stopping quickly with a coaster brake - you will skid.   Bikes with front-and-rear caliper brakes stop much more quickly, rarely with wheel slip (depending on surface conditions)

Now, thanks to the great folks at Bike World, I have achieved Nirvana.

They sold me an adapter plate which allowed me to fit an old 32-tooth front chainring, from a traditional derailleur-type bike, onto the crank of the Casino Cruiser.   This yields a near-perfect gear range.   I spend most of my time shifting between second and third and occasionally using first when I'm on a tough grade.

Awesome.   The first time I took the bike out to ride, I didn't want to go home.

Like you care.   Oh well, at least I'm happy, and that's what really matters.

Type at ya later - I'm going for a ride!

2 comments:

Black Heart Candle said...

First of all, my burqa would get caught in that huge thing-a-mabob.

Can't anyone get a 'burqa friendly' bike?

vinnymoe said...

Preeeety, Shinnnnney.
Truly gear head heaven.
Now burn on down to the strip an' get some more pictires of retar-- tourists gone bad.


Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson


Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.