mjd1988
Guru
Update on this. The cheap cr2032s I bought are shocking! Have to take out after every ride or else they are one use only 😳
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Update on this. The cheap cr2032s I bought are shocking! Have to take out after every ride or else they are one use only 😳
How dare you try an overtake me on a climb!
Only way to get by 😁
Peter Salt
Bittersweet
- Location
- Yorkshire, UK
Quite literally the only good quality CR2032 that I've ever found were Duracell - all other seem to suck.
Hi Michael, hi everyone! I haven't been on the forum in ages, I hope everyone is well.
Thanks, yeah I'm enjoying the DIRT series and my form is just starting to pick up again after a big long dip after Xmas when I had covid and two bouts of flu in succession which really knocked me for six!
BurningLegs
Guru
I’ve found GP and Varta to be pretty good, especially GP. GP are used quite a bit by OEMs which for me is a good sign.
alex_cycles
Veteran
- Location
- Oxfordshire
I've had good experiences with Panasonics, buying in bulk (6 or 12) on Amazon.
bobinski
Legendary Member
- Location
- Tulse Hill
I have not used my wahoo tickr and batteries since buying my usb charging coospo hrm september 2019. Think of all those batteries I would have used.
mjd1988
Guru
Is it chest or wrist? I would definitely move to usb. I have a coospo and it works well except the battery's being dung and cr2032s don't get delivered to northern Ireland for some reason
bobinski
Legendary Member
- Location
- Tulse Hill
wrist/arm. I wear it on the upper arm just above the elbow.
Peter Salt
Bittersweet
- Location
- Yorkshire, UK
bobinski
Legendary Member
- Location
- Tulse Hill
I believe that area is called the biceps. Not many cyclists have one
I would like to say I was careful not to suggest i did have one
That said i am bench pressing most days and may have a bump in the arm by the the time i hit the Pyrennees.
Dambusters Sportive 103 miles
What a day!!
We stayed at the Petwood the night before to enjoy the occasion of the 80th year of the 617 squadron daring raid in WW2.
Woke to find dry but cool morning, got ready, all excited to taking part. There were 5 of us, 3 young lads and me and Shaun
We set off and immediately the pace was fast. Within minutes we were passing the wave that left 8 mins before. Flying along, but working hard, possibly too much. Shaun and I were staying at the rear drafting along. Then came the first incident at mile 12 Shaun drifted a bit too close the edge of the road, got panic stare and in a flash was jack knifed off the bike, we all came to a screeching halt.
His pride dented, outfit ripped and bleeding elbow. The bike a lovely 1970 Reynolds 531 road bike. Smashed rear brake lever and derailleur control for the front. Bike dropped into small chain ring. Other problem the force of the crash had severely loosened his from brake on the frame. He insisted we left him, but not before we managed to get my daughter to rush and collect him/bike before her event started.
The young guns kept the pace going after the restart. First stop arrived 28 miles and I felt a bit cooked. Straight after the stop a short stabby climb where they just rode away. Mercifully they waited a mile or two down the road at a junction.
Pace kept going, by now we were a mile 37 and I told the lads to leave me because I was finding the surges difficult to get back onto.
Mile 40 boom, legs went pop and could hardly pedal with cramp.
I limped to second stop at mile 47 added lots of salt to my water and refuelled. Off I went, just managing the cramp with fluid and a easier pace, but not super slow.
Around mile 60 I found I couldn't change gear easily, there was a click from the drive, next chain jammed, so road side stop and untangle the chain. Mile 63 I went around a corner heard something/s fall from the bike, all of a sudden chain had jammed again. I stopped to find this had happened
Being a resourceful chap I cobbled a repair with cable ties.
Now being a triple crank and the two outer rings hanging together with cable ties, I decided to use the inner 22t chain ring. But the gearing only allowed me to get 8mph with spinning my legs off. I chanced my luck, and tried putting the chain onto the repaired middle 36t ring. Amazingly it worked riding up and down over the cable ties. I now could get 15-17mph soft pedalling.
Not wanting to push my luck and poor ride execution any further limped the remaining 12miles or do back to base. To be received with cheers as the first finisher
I explained my reason for an early return, pleased with my mechanic skills, still gave a finish medallion for being a brave little soldier
I Go Pro'd the event so might have caught another coming off into a hedge
Off for my hog roast now-orry for long post
What a day!!
We stayed at the Petwood the night before to enjoy the occasion of the 80th year of the 617 squadron daring raid in WW2.
Woke to find dry but cool morning, got ready, all excited to taking part. There were 5 of us, 3 young lads and me and Shaun
We set off and immediately the pace was fast. Within minutes we were passing the wave that left 8 mins before. Flying along, but working hard, possibly too much. Shaun and I were staying at the rear drafting along. Then came the first incident at mile 12 Shaun drifted a bit too close the edge of the road, got panic stare and in a flash was jack knifed off the bike, we all came to a screeching halt.
His pride dented, outfit ripped and bleeding elbow. The bike a lovely 1970 Reynolds 531 road bike. Smashed rear brake lever and derailleur control for the front. Bike dropped into small chain ring. Other problem the force of the crash had severely loosened his from brake on the frame. He insisted we left him, but not before we managed to get my daughter to rush and collect him/bike before her event started.
The young guns kept the pace going after the restart. First stop arrived 28 miles and I felt a bit cooked. Straight after the stop a short stabby climb where they just rode away. Mercifully they waited a mile or two down the road at a junction.
Pace kept going, by now we were a mile 37 and I told the lads to leave me because I was finding the surges difficult to get back onto.
Mile 40 boom, legs went pop and could hardly pedal with cramp.
I limped to second stop at mile 47 added lots of salt to my water and refuelled. Off I went, just managing the cramp with fluid and a easier pace, but not super slow.
Around mile 60 I found I couldn't change gear easily, there was a click from the drive, next chain jammed, so road side stop and untangle the chain. Mile 63 I went around a corner heard something/s fall from the bike, all of a sudden chain had jammed again. I stopped to find this had happened
Now being a triple crank and the two outer rings hanging together with cable ties, I decided to use the inner 22t chain ring. But the gearing only allowed me to get 8mph with spinning my legs off. I chanced my luck, and tried putting the chain onto the repaired middle 36t ring. Amazingly it worked riding up and down over the cable ties. I now could get 15-17mph soft pedalling.
Not wanting to push my luck and poor ride execution any further limped the remaining 12miles or do back to base. To be received with cheers as the first finisher
I explained my reason for an early return, pleased with my mechanic skills, still gave a finish medallion for being a brave little soldier
I Go Pro'd the event so might have caught another coming off into a hedge
Off for my hog roast now-orry for long post
Peter Salt
Bittersweet
- Location
- Yorkshire, UK
That's a lot of incidents. Love the cable tie repair.Dambusters Sportive 103 miles
What a day!!
We stayed at the Petwood the night before to enjoy the occasion of the 80th year of the 617 squadron daring raid in WW2.
Woke to find dry but cool morning, got ready, all excited to taking part. There were 5 of us, 3 young lads and me and Shaun
We set off and immediately the pace was fast. Within minutes we were passing the wave that left 8 mins before. Flying along, but working hard, possibly too much. Shaun and I were staying at the rear drafting along. Then came the first incident at mile 12 Shaun drifted a bit too close the edge of the road, got panic stare and in a flash was jack knifed off the bike, we all came to a screeching halt.
His pride dented, outfit ripped and bleeding elbow. The bike a lovely 1970 Reynolds 531 road bike. Smashed rear brake lever and derailleur control for the front. Bike dropped into small chain ring. Other problem the force of the crash had severely loosened his from brake on the frame. He insisted we left him, but not before we managed to get my daughter to rush and collect him/bike before her event started.
The young guns kept the pace going after the restart. First stop arrived 28 miles and I felt a bit cooked. Straight after the stop a short stabby climb where they just rode away. Mercifully they waited a mile or two down the road at a junction.
Pace kept going, by now we were a mile 37 and I told the lads to leave me because I was finding the surges difficult to get back onto.
Mile 40 boom, legs went pop and could hardly pedal with cramp.
I limped to second stop at mile 47 added lots of salt to my water and refuelled. Off I went, just managing the cramp with fluid and a easier pace, but not super slow.
Around mile 60 I found I couldn't change gear easily, there was a click from the drive, next chain jammed, so road side stop and untangle the chain. Mile 63 I went around a corner heard something/s fall from the bike, all of a sudden chain had jammed again. I stopped to find this had happened
View attachment 689354 Being a resourceful chap I cobbled a repair with cable ties.
View attachment 689355
Now being a triple crank and the two outer rings hanging together with cable ties, I decided to use the inner 22t chain ring. But the gearing only allowed me to get 8mph with spinning my legs off. I chanced my luck, and tried putting the chain onto the repaired middle 36t ring. Amazingly it worked riding up and down over the cable ties. I now could get 15-17mph soft pedalling.
Not wanting to push my luck and poor ride execution any further limped the remaining 12miles or do back to base. To be received with cheers as the first finisher
I explained my reason for an early return, pleased with my mechanic skills, still gave a finish medallion for being a brave little soldier
I Go Pro'd the event so might have caught another coming off into a hedge
Off for my hog roast now-orry for long post
Looking at another event now?
bobinski
Legendary Member
- Location
- Tulse Hill
Dambusters Sportive 103 miles
What a day!!
We stayed at the Petwood the night before to enjoy the occasion of the 80th year of the 617 squadron daring raid in WW2.
Woke to find dry but cool morning, got ready, all excited to taking part. There were 5 of us, 3 young lads and me and Shaun
We set off and immediately the pace was fast. Within minutes we were passing the wave that left 8 mins before. Flying along, but working hard, possibly too much. Shaun and I were staying at the rear drafting along. Then came the first incident at mile 12 Shaun drifted a bit too close the edge of the road, got panic stare and in a flash was jack knifed off the bike, we all came to a screeching halt.
His pride dented, outfit ripped and bleeding elbow. The bike a lovely 1970 Reynolds 531 road bike. Smashed rear brake lever and derailleur control for the front. Bike dropped into small chain ring. Other problem the force of the crash had severely loosened his from brake on the frame. He insisted we left him, but not before we managed to get my daughter to rush and collect him/bike before her event started.
The young guns kept the pace going after the restart. First stop arrived 28 miles and I felt a bit cooked. Straight after the stop a short stabby climb where they just rode away. Mercifully they waited a mile or two down the road at a junction.
Pace kept going, by now we were a mile 37 and I told the lads to leave me because I was finding the surges difficult to get back onto.
Mile 40 boom, legs went pop and could hardly pedal with cramp.
I limped to second stop at mile 47 added lots of salt to my water and refuelled. Off I went, just managing the cramp with fluid and a easier pace, but not super slow.
Around mile 60 I found I couldn't change gear easily, there was a click from the drive, next chain jammed, so road side stop and untangle the chain. Mile 63 I went around a corner heard something/s fall from the bike, all of a sudden chain had jammed again. I stopped to find this had happened
View attachment 689354 Being a resourceful chap I cobbled a repair with cable ties.
View attachment 689355
Now being a triple crank and the two outer rings hanging together with cable ties, I decided to use the inner 22t chain ring. But the gearing only allowed me to get 8mph with spinning my legs off. I chanced my luck, and tried putting the chain onto the repaired middle 36t ring. Amazingly it worked riding up and down over the cable ties. I now could get 15-17mph soft pedalling.
Not wanting to push my luck and poor ride execution any further limped the remaining 12miles or do back to base. To be received with cheers as the first finisher
I explained my reason for an early return, pleased with my mechanic skills, still gave a finish medallion for being a brave little soldier
I Go Pro'd the event so might have caught another coming off into a hedge
Off for my hog roast now-orry for long post
1x 😛
Enjoy the roast- you deserve it
