After flying to Ottawa with my trusted BMC in a cardboard box and wearing clothes to be discarded in a donation bin, I met up with old time friend Richard where, the following morning at 5:30, we began ourride to Montreal. The route followed the Ottawa River on the Ontario side and, mid-way, we crossed over to Quebec at Hawkesbury. Poutine shacks are abundant in this part of Canada and a breakfast meal of the Quebec staple was in order at 8:30. Just make sure you spin easy for awhile afterwards - humans aren’t as well adapted to poutine-on-the-go as our ruminant cattle friends are to indigestible grass. The OKA First Nations Reservation has more drive-through cigarette stands than Vancouver has Starbucks. Richard could have done more with the “Nice Butts” theme (see photo) but, having been in the saddle for six hours, enough said.
fixie would be the perfect riding companion. The event organizers added a “challenge route” of 160km each day. What the hell, I thought; Washington State is littered with drive-through espresso shacks. Each day, I was taunted by fellow riders. More than once I heard “Ian, you’re an animal” as I sped down hills at full speed and
launched up rollers. One descent almost finished me at 63 km/hr. According to www.bikecalc.com, that’s a cadence of 165 rpms!
While fixed gear bikes are revered for their simplicity, I devised a rear wheel splash guard which may represent one of the most advanced technological breakthroughs in biking history. I initially affixed a
small piece of discarded bike chain to weigh down some duct tape hanging off the rear fender. The duct tape quickly fell off but grateful drafters commented how the exposed chain was working like the chain that hangs off an open eaves trough. Water ran off the chain and didn’t spray upward! Riders took turns drafting me both days. The chain became more of a conversation piece than the fixie. The consensus was that it was not only functional but “Badass” as well.
