The first test ride I've managed to do since fitting the longer bar ends and modifying the back brake cable. I was considering posting this on "Your Ride Today" but as It's got a lot of recumbent specific content I've posted it here. Also, no photos!
I had high hopes that my mods would be an improvement.
Oh dear. I had difficulty just starting off as the feel of the steering was so different. As I wobbled down the road getting the hang of it I had similar feelings to the day of my first ride. To make it worse, as I had moved the gear levers from their previous position, I struggled to find them to change gear in time when needed. One of the drawbacks of under seat steering -you can’t see stuff if you’ve moved it. I came to an uphill junction with traffic lights and had managed to find a low gear expecting to stop at red. I have been getting through this junction OK up to now. The lights changed to green just as I rolled up to the line and I kept going, frantically pedalling.
My feet were a blur, and my hands were like a pair of manic spiders trying to find a lever, any lever, to be able to change up. Bridge to engine room -”More revolutions, Chief!” Engine room to bridge -”she’s giving all she can, Cap’n, she cannae take much more!” Still, I crossed the junction, the traffic passed me, and I eventually clunked into an appropriate gear.
As I got going on the road to Sandiway I found that the steering was more positive if I held the bar ends close to where they were attached to the bars, which gave me some ideas on how to improve things. A slight amount of distance ahead of the handlebar pivot seems to be ok, but too much and your hands swing round rather than move back and forth with the ends of the bars. An extremely light grip also helps.
I turned off towards Whitegate village where there is a decent long hill, as I wanted to see if there was any improvement in the brakes. The road steepened, and I pulled on the back brake, with a little assistance from its distant companion at the front. Previously the back brake would have some effect if you gave it lots of advance warning. With my improvements it had been transformed. Its performance had improved to the extent that if you heaved on the lever until all the veins stood out on your forehead, it would stop. Eventually. An emergency stop is a matter for debate. More work needed. I got up to 32mph on the bike computer before thinking it was advisable to start braking, so that I could turn right at the bottom of the hill.
Then the Search For Gears began, as the road steepened soon afterwards. I turned sharp left into an estate road, which was less steep and was able to stop and find some lower gears before turning back and grinding up the hill. Once over the top things were easier and I found another gear in which I remained for the next few miles. There was a gradual downhill then a sharp bend and a steep drop before a sharp right over a narrow concrete bridge. I passed a couple with bicycles just beyond this point, one cycling very slowly uphill, the other pushing. I found myself passing the deep rock salt mine, then turned off the road on to the cycle trail to Whitegate, passing a family group with several small children on bikes. I am going to have to do something about the gear changers. You need fingers like Nosferatu the Vampyre to change gear easily at the moment, not the stubby items bequeathed to me by my forefathers.
Nevertheless I found myself making good progress, passing groups of walkers and dog walkers. I reached the site of an old level crossing where normally I would have weaved through the barriers without difficulty but today with the different bar arrangements my balance was off and I had to stop and Fred Flintstone it, much to my embarrassment.
Eventually I came to the place where an old railway bridge once spanned Grange Lane. Long since demolished, the path sloped steeply to the road, through a narrow barrier, then through another barrier and up the other side. There was a family group with young kids contemplating pushing up the slope to the path. One small boy said, “what sort of bike is that, Daddy?” His father said, “It’s a recumbent bike, where you can lie back and pedal”. I was impressed, most people you meet are totally perplexed by it. He asked me if it was new, and I told him it was at least 20 years old. The little boy said to me, “my bike hasn’t got a chain, look, it’s got a belt.” And so it did. My turn to be impressed again. I got going up the slope but was not in the right gear and wobbled to a halt. I had to push. Not my day today. I stopped to organise myself and heard someone coming up behind. I waved them on. A voice said, “I’m the same boy, I’m waiting for my dad. My name’s ******”. He was just a small boy, but he spoke so well. Seemed sharp as a tack. Cute kid. I pressed on, and got through the next barrier ok. Into the old station car park, crowds of adults and kids, I heard one little girl say, “Daddy, look at that cool bike!” Too much attention now, I got onto Clay Lane, turned left and dawdled down the slight downhill towards the A54 and Oulton Park. Up a short stiff climb (right gear this time) then over the A54. On to Park Road. This road has a bit of downhill then becomes narrow with passing places on the uphill bit. There was a bit of traffic but with a bit of give and take we managed fine. However, as I was spinning uphill between passing places an immense tractor and trailer came the other way. I pressed myself into the hedgebank and he went past OK. I was in the right gear and got going uphill without difficulty.
There was an event on, I could hear the racing from miles away, and from time to time a vintage British sports car went past me. Some of them were so low, they were actually looking up at me. A sunny day, with the top down, they were enjoying themselves. Most were in gleaming condition. Straight past Oulton Park, down a dip then another short stiff climb, left into Brownhills Lane, right into Dogmore Lane, left into Kings Lane then a lazy ride with lots of freewheeling to turn left at Hickhurst Lane. I reached the junction with Hall Lane and turned left for home.
Just under 20 miles. Average despite all the dawdling, fits and starts, and the bit of off road 9.4mph. Max speed despite dubious brakes and dodgy gear changing, 32mph. In spite of the various issues, I made decent progress and felt that I had done it without a lot of effort. Must definitely do something about the bar ends and gear changers. The back brake is going to get another severe looking at.