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Monday, March 8, 2010

Losing Indigenality

Pazih speakers must learn to be traditional

Whenever I am out, either on the bike or just out, I like to watch, listen, and talk to people. I like to get oral histories and think about how history, people, cultures, ethnicities and constructs all converge on a particular spot. Sometimes something happens that triggers a moment of deep reflection or simply a moment of “wow!”

The bicycle makes a wonderful and disarming way to meet people in Taiwan. An ice breaker if you will. In Taiwan people love to ask where you are going and if you are going “around the island”. This ice breaker leads to some often surprising discoveries that would otherwise have remained concealed.

One major purpose of this blog, aside from simply posting routes and pictures, is to use the bicycle as a starting point to explore different topics that are related to learning Taiwan. The bicycle in this blog serves as the ice breaker to a greater discussion of Taiwan related themes.

An interesting encounter:

Our Host

As we climbed up through the hills of Lugu with dusk closing fast, we stopped at a hostel that was reasonably priced and had vacancy for 5 people. The owner and his family, as well as some of the other guests, were very excited to have a group of foreign cyclists staying at the hostel. A few people near the door lingered to look at out bikes and components and cock an ear to listen to the oddness of five Chinese speaking foreigners.

Later that evening the owner treated us to a fungus dish at dinner and came out to chat for a while. The owner is a short man with a tan complexion, slight build and round nose. He looked like many other people from the area and as most people who have really lived in Taiwan know, Taiwanese are a people of great diversity. (I can’t stand hearing foreigners talk about “homogeneity” of Taiwanese. )

We were in mid conversation with the hostel owner when, for no apparent reason and completely out of the blue, he made an abrupt declaration that resonated above the din of the conversation.

“I am not an Aborigine!” He announced.

“Aborigines dress in costumes and sing and shout Oy ay ay!! No, I am not an Aborigine”, he continued in a half-pantomime.

I was a bit stunned. Nobody had even suggested he was an Aborigine and it had absolutely nothing to do with our conversation. So of course I had to wonder why he felt he needed to make this an issue and so deliberately attempt to establish his distance from the Aboriginal identity.

Now, I know a lot of people who would like to say this gentleman, like most Taiwanese, must be an Aborigine as over 80% of all Taiwanese are thought to carry markers in their DNA linking them to any of the Austronesian speaking peoples of Taiwan and beyond and he is simply ashamed and hiding his "true" identity. Many foreigners remark that many Taiwanese don't look "Chinese", but I am about as confident in describing the appearance of a person in China and I am a European or American.

I am not trying to dispute the DNA study, but I think this belief is a dead end that seeks construct a Taiwanese ethnic-national identity rooted in a primordialist authenticity, similar to China’s construction of the “5000 years of Chinese culture”. I think this line of thought misses the point of what it may mean to be an Aborigine or any broadly defined ethnic group in Taiwan, and the gentleman on the mountain helps to clarify this point.

The R.O.C. which supplied much of the state structure that governs Taiwan today, is very much rooted in the early Chinese nationalist ideology that centered around modernism and social-Darwinism.

“Considering the law of survival of ancient and modern races, if we want to save China and to preserve the Chinese race, we must certainly promote Nationalism. To make this principle luminous for China's salvation, we must first understand it clearly. The Chinese race totals four hundred million people; of mingled races there are only a few hundred million Mongols, a million or so Manchus, a few million Tibetans, and over a million Mohammedan Turks. These alien races do not number more than 10 million, so that, for the most part, the Chinese people are of the Han or Chinese race with common blood, common religion, and common customs-a single, pure race.”

Sun Yat-sen in San Min Zhu Yi (1927)

It is quite evident from the passage above that Sun embraced racialism and also viewed human beings and cultures on a trajectory of forwardness and backwardness through teleological time.

The R.O.C. government enacted a policy of strong centralization to bring the people of the new nation closer to the cultural center and create a sense of unity, which had never existed before in Chinese history. The nationalization process focused on strongly centralized notions of government, language, education, economy and culture. The KMT regularly used force to wrest control of localities from warlords and the powerful elite who had hoped for a loose federation of localities and independent states. Later, Chiang Kai-sheck’s New Life movement of the 1930’s effectively canonized a national culture for the R.O.C., which married Republican modernism and social darwinism with a state-defined Han traditionalism. The official nationalist culture placed a burden on all peoples, particularly peripheral peoples, to demonstrate their alignment with the state by adopting official culture. It also legitimized, in the eyes of the government, the states own superiority over those peoples.

When the R.O.C. arrived on Taiwan following the armistice with Japan in 1945, the KMT maintained its framework of strong centralization. The experience of fighting warlordism for two decades in China influenced how the KMT engaged in its relationship with Taiwan’s different cultures. By framing national and local cultures in terms of their forwardness or backwardness, the KMT party-state implemented itself as the civilized center and burdened the majority of Taiwan peoples to identify with the state or risk losing access to state power. Many of the disparate refugees who followed the KMT to Taiwan readily replaced their home languages and cultures with those defined by the KMT to align themselves with the government and with other fellow refugees. This policy also established ethnicity as either a conduit or a roadblock to power. The New Life vision of a Han-centric state, was reaffirmed by the Chinese Cultural Renaissance Movement of the 1970’s, which promoted “Traditional Chinese” culture to check cosmopolitanism and compete with the PRC for authenticity.

The establishment of a strong Chinese Nationalist culture as the state’s own symbol of modernity, and the state’s denial of modernity to local/indigenous cultures, is evident in the R.O.C.’s terms for recognizing indigenous peoples. Taiwan’s indigenous peoples must satisfy the R.O.C.’s standards for being traditional in order to be recognized as authentic; denying their coevalness and trapping indigenous peoples in Han stereotypes as they are imagined to have been at first contact. In essence, to be viewed as indigenous, one must also be viewed as traditional. This creates a cleave between indigenous peoples and the state that can never be bridged on equal terms. This structure has continually frustrated groups of Plains Aborigines, who are confronted with not being “traditional” enough to be viewed as authentic in the eyes of the state.

This brings us back to the gentleman in Lugu.

The current groups of recognized Aborigines are groups of indigenes who were largely defined, not as much by their preexisting beliefs of ethnic cohesion, but rather by the way they come into contact with the state. They are asked to resemble how they are imagined by non-indigenies to have been at first contact. Under the definitions promoted by the state, those who fall within those state definitions are impelled to negotiate with state power differently than those who do not (not unlike Foreigners). This nexus is a major location of Aboriginal ethnic identity as well as a tool for constructing ethnic boundaries.

The formulation of cultural tradition is based on the manipulation and interpretation by particular people themselves…especially when the tradition is utilized as a powerful element to maintain ethnic boundaries… Tradition is imagined, shaped and defined by holders or sharers of the tradition in a meaningfully current situation… Even when an ethnic group’s original cultural traits have disappeared, it can still mold an exotic expressive culture to attract tourists.” (Hsieh 1994:201)

Our host in Lugu was simply not participating in the indigenous identity. Although he may have very recently leapt the boundary line between Aborigine and non-Aborigine, he was rejecting the traditional image that has come to form new meanings of what indigenality or Aboriginal identity means in Taiwan and he had joined the majority, possibly as a means to seek social and economic mobility or simply because he did not view himself as reflecting the image of an "Aborigine".

It is not surprising why he or his recent ancestors may have made the leap from indigenous to non-indigenous. When living within a state structure like Taiwan’s that has linked ethnicity so closely with mobility, and centers so closely around state-Han cultural chauvinism… the gap between “modern” and “backward” can only be bridged by shedding the traditional. He clearly did not share or wish to share the symbols and meanings of traditionalism with Aborigines and thus successfully shed that identity. The burden of the indigenous identity may have been too great or too much of a liability under the current structure.

Of course he is not an Aborigine! He is not living life experiencing it as an Aborigine. He views the symbols of the Aboriginal identity as an outsider. The symbolism as a group marker does not apply to him as he has likely, successfully renegotiated into a new identity with no boundaries to impede his movement from being indigenous and, unlike the PRC model, state structure is not prepared nor willing to send him "back". A Chinese nationalist might view him as having been successfully transformed into something "better". A harsher critic might suggest he had been self-colonized as a part of a civilizing project that is still very active and very colonial in nature. This project acts under the name of the ROC. Still, this gentleman clearly represents how easily these borders can be crossed and that people may have plenty of agency over their ethnic identities and how they choose to deploy them.

The phenomenon above demonstrates how the ROC structure drives ethnic and cultural change and creates a problematic post-coloniality for Taiwan. The only way to truly begin a post colonial existence and create equality in Taiwan is to start over from a culturally neutral center where everyone is within equal distance from the center as opposed to the state defined Han-centricism where some are closer than others. Until then the ROC will continue to operate as a civilizing center and a colonial entity.

On a final note on ethnic change in Taiwan: I chuckled aloud when the gentleman went around the horn to ask where we were from. When it was clear most of us had been in Taiwan a very long time, he declared “Oh! Well by now you’re all just Taiwanese.”

Notes: I choose to use Aborigine with a capital "A" to reflect its construction on par with other constructed ethnic identities: Hoklo, Hakka, Mainlander, Foreigner.

References: Hsieh, Shi-chung. (1994). Tourism, Formulation of Cultural Tradition, and Ethnicity: A Study of the Daiyan Identity of the Wulai Atayal. In Stevan Harrell, Huang Chun-chieh eds., Cultural Change in Postwar Taiwan. Westview Press. (Pp 201)

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Tea Country of Nantou


The Lads On The Loose In Nantou:

Daybreak over Si tou

This past weekend we packed our bags for a rare multi-day ride. With everyone's commitments and projects going on it is often difficult to string together the logistics to make a trip worthwhile. We had initially planned another route for the weekend, but that fell through, so we chose a route into the highlands of Lugu. Lugu is a famous spot for nature tourism and also as one of Taiwan's largest producers of high-grade oolong teas. Lots of clouded hills and big nature.

Our gang was an assortment of the usual rabble of murderers and cutthroats; Michael T. Michael F. and Chris M. all of whom I have ridden with before. Then there was a new face, Eli A. The Wild Card.

It was two days of hard riding and the kind of road conversation you might get when you combine five guys with a roughly combined seventy-five years of life in E. Asia and an intense interest in Taiwanese cultures, politics, history and life. The recipe for a good time.

Leaving Jiji

Michael and I decided to haul ass down to the town of Jiji immediately after work, which meant a three hour ride in the dark. Despite sounding a bit daunting, a night ride in Taiwan is actually quite relaxing. There is less traffic and the air has a crispness that is missing in the daytime. Rather than taking the Highway 16 right past Jiji's front gate, we took the hilly scenic route in, which is wonderful if you enjoy "green tunnels" in the blackness of night. We picked the first hostel we could find so we could fuel up for the next day. I wish we had looked around a bit more as we ended up paying way too much for far too little. The towels were no bigger than a snot rag and couldn't cover the head of a goose. To add insult to injury, the decor looked like something out of Lien Chan's study... complete with a large portrait of the late dictator Chiang Ching-kuo.

Sunrise on Shuili

When morning came we left Jiji, which was, I might argue, completely destroyed during the 921 earthquake and seemingly rebuilt by government subsidized tourism companies. When I first visited Jiji a dozen or so years ago, it was to see the old agriculture railway that served as a major artery for the flow of produce draining out of the rich valleys of central Taiwan to be further processed and later sent to Japan; an economy which carved out the regions identity and linked it, for the first time, to a much larger global network of trade. Now it seems Jiji has been reinvented with a whole new identity directly rooted in the idea and practice of tourism itself.

Never ride through a market

We arrived in the old town of Shui Li early enough to enjoy our morning while we waited for the rest of the gang to arrive. We just spent our time playing online and sitting out on the street looking at faces. This is a rare treat as we are usually in the saddle and off to points unknown before 7:00am. Shui li is really an interesting town that was once a major logging camp during the 18th through early 20th centuries. Highland indigenes, Hoanya plains indigenes, Hakka and Hoklo speakers all converged on the area for work, trade and commerce. At one point the flow of timber became so great the practice of logging in the area was curtailed in some areas by imperial decree due to the impact it had on the irrigation networks down river. Despite popular belief, the Qing administrations paid a great deal of attention to managing Taiwan's disparate ethnic and economic interests; so much so that Taiwan's Qing ruled territories were governed unlike any other regions within the empire. This fact was not lost of Taiwanese, who understood their particularity as an island frontier.

Sitou Tourist Central

The 10:30am train brought the other boys and their bikes and we were soon deep in the hills of Lugu. We ate one hill after another before a nice lunch of trout along the Nantou Local Highway 151. We crested the hill near Lugu Township and launched down a steep grade to the other side. We ended up passing my friend's tea farm, but we needed to press on to get a room before they were all taken. The final climb was a pretty rough ride and we were all feeling it. By dusk we were off our bikes and reclining on the patio of our hostel discussing politics and modernity with a bottle of pretty ok wine courtesy of Chris. We were joined by the owner who I will blog on here.

Mountains of Lugu

The next morning we hit the road bright and early for a trip up to the Family Mart for a little coffee and snacks for the road. The main tourist drag in Si tou/ Xi tou/ Hsi tou is nice for a Taiwanese tourist strip, but oh so kitsch. When one too many men carrying little dogs around in dog purses came through, we realized we had overstayed our welcome and beat it back down the hill for a little Mei Er Mei breakfast. A good rule of thumb for mountain riding is to buy one sandwich for now and throw another in the pack. Eli found this useful. Eat before you get hungry because once you bonk... there's no coming back.

Murderers and Cutthroats

The road from Si tou to Sanlinxi has twelve switchbacks that have been marked with zodiac animals. The pig turn leads to the horse turn... to the ox turn and so on.... The weather bureau had rain in the forecast and the clouds were already pushing up against the mountain. When I travel I never really have enough things to warrant racks and panniers, so I just use a light pack with light clothes. The prospect of rain always adds a bunch of weight to that pack and so I can't wait till I ride without the prospect of rain. During our ride up the 151 it seemed that every dad in a minivan thought he was driving to qualify on the F-1 circuit and it made things a little dangerous. At one point we saw three vehicles driving abreast trying to pass each other on a blind turn.
The Papal Restroom

Looking out over the forest it was an amazing mix of greens and browns. The locals say they still get Formosan black bears that come down off the mountains and rummage through the fields.
Michael at Sanlinxi

As we turned along the back of the mountain it was just a great bank of fog. We spotted the Nantou Local Highway 49 to Zhu Shan that would be our rapid escape from the foggy peak. Though, the tea farmers say the cooler temperatures and moisture from the fog is what makes Taiwan's tea so special. Taiwan has the highest peaks in East Asia that catch the moisture evaporating off the sea and lock the mountains in thick fog.

Forcing a smile (I am getting better at it)

There's a bike in the woods

The subtropical jungle gives way to second and third growth cedar. Although there are still a few old growth stands left on the mountain, most of the trees have been logged. After the Japanese located the indigenous peoples through their Anthropological missions, they were able to assign them territory and thus open up large tracts of land for exploitation. Taiwan produced huge amounts of timber for the Japanese Empire and the Japanese developed a forestry program to manage Taiwan's timber resources. Under the ROC colonial project much of the forest land was stripped of timber and by the 1960's much of the timber operations had been suspended.

Among the tall timbers

Through the fog

Michael F. and Eli arrived at the top and we were soon barreling down a poorly maintained mountain road just big enough for two lawnmowers to pass within an eyelash. If I had been aware we would be taking this type of road I would have selected a different set of tires. It is like choosing the right tool for the job. I have the bike for it, but unless I put on the fatter tires when I need them I am putting myself at a disadvantage. Still... the 25c Contis did well enough, but I was constantly afraid of losing traction. Another issue was braking. I love my disc brakes for that kind of descent. It is still not easy on the lower arms, but I felt in control enough to handle the long descents.
The road to Zhushan

The forest gave way to the tea farms which are perched on the near vertical hillsides. I am sure the views are spectacular and the fog made sure my imagination would imagine the best views I have never seen.

Tea farms of Lugu

The tea from Lugu is really amazing. As a bit of a tea connoisseur I have a few particular farms I prefer from Lugu. Although Taiwan's Oolong teas are world famous for their quality, Tea is only a recent addition to Taiwanese mass culture and the Taiwanese gift economy. Oolong teas were first cultivated as a cash crop in the mid to late 19th century beginning in the north amid the various enterprises of the Banchiao Lin family. All tea comes from essentially the same plant with the difference in taste coming from a variety of factors including: processing, maturity, environment and age. Tea was extremely labor intensive and therefore few Taiwanese sought to add tea to their list of crops. Because of the high cost in processing, tea became known as "Green Gold" as it was considered extremely valuable. Most Taiwanese, until very recently, were satisfied with plain water. That helps explain why tea is often given as a gift. Today, much of the tea is machine picked as young people don't want to labor in the fields. Machine picked tea is not the best quality, but isn't bad. For the hand picked hand rolled teas, foreign labor has been brought in to replace the old women who traditionally picked the tea, but can no longer work in the fields. This new development has created a problem in that the foreign workers need to be trained in a short period of time to produce top shelf teas.

There's Green Gold in them there hills

The way out

From the tea fields we cut through the "Sea of bamboo", which is a bit eerie in the mist. Finally after a serious high speed chase on a beautiful road out of the wilds, we wound up in Zhushan where we could all eat again and fuel up for our return.



Crouching Tiger Hidden Salsa

Chris, Michael T. and myself blasted home along the Highway 3. I was keeping steady at about 20-23mph all the way to Wufeng and beyond. We said our goodbyes to Chris at Nantou and then Michael and I parted in Dali. In all our maximum altitude was 1700 meters. I traveled approximately 130 miles over the course of the weekend and managed to have a great time with great people. Michael F. pointed us upward and onward, Eli made a splendid debut, Chris pressed on with might and courage, Michael T. won most improved and did some excellent cycling. I felt like I was riding stronger as well. Sometimes I don't always ride with people with the fanciest gear or the nicest bikes, but the quality of the companionship is always second to none.



The approximate route


Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Cross Island Adventure

Taiwan's Central Cross Island Highway:
Biking East Asia's Highest Mountain Range

This weekend 3/6-3/7 I am planning to go on a trip deep into Taiwan's Central Mountain Range with a great group of guys. As I prepare for this next adventure I just wanted to look back at our last one together.

Last October a group of us decided to ride Taiwan's notorious Cross Island Highway for a weekend. We spent weeks planning and worrying about the weather and road conditions. A succession of torrential rains and typhoons had rendered southern Taiwan a disaster area and Taiwan's mountain roads are known to be unstable due to the silty clay that makes up much of the island, an artifact of Taiwan having been pushed up from the sea floor where the Continental, Pacific and Philippine plates collide. The violence of Taiwan's birth is masked by the beauty of its mountains.

The week prior to our trip the National Weather Bureau issued a Typhoon alert expecting another typhoon to hit Hualien that weekend. It looked like our trip would be called off. As the typhoon neared Taiwan it stopped and stalled. The trip was cancelled at noon. By 5:00pm the typhoon was heading back out to sea and so I quickly made the HSR to Taipei where I caught a connector with a bike car to Hualien. I arrived at the hostel after 11:00pm and hit the hay.


Riding into the mountains

Too early in the morning we left the hostel and began our journey into Taroko. I was carrying a light pack with way too much gear. I had planned for a change of dry clothes and warm biking clothes expecting to be cold and wet up on the mountain. It was all light, bike specific stuff... just took a lot of space. At breakfast I realized that I had left my money at the hostel and when I called they couldn't find it. I was pretty sure where it was so I am expecting it was taken as a tip. The same place tried to kick a group of us out of a room we reserved and paid for in June of 2000 because a bigger group had arrived. They conveniently "lost" my reservation when I asked to see it. Bastards!


Taroko Gorge

Roadwork

We quickly made it up Taroko Gorge and navigated our way through a massive land slide that had taken the entire face from a hill. It finally dawned on me that all the dust covering every rock, building, tree and flower, was from that slide.
Landslide

We worked our way up to the higher reaches of the mountains and occasionally stopped to hydrate and look at the indigenous fauna.

What?! You don't like the Beatles?

Taiwan Pride!

The winding road into the mountains

I had an unfortunate accident with a road grate and had been off the bike for 5 weeks while it was getting fixed, so the climb was pretty tiring. I was running on the 34 tooth ring and up near the 25-26 tooth cogs for most of the day. 27 was my highest so spinning my way through was not an option.
When you are looking down things are looking up



After splitting up due to the differences in speed each member could endure, we all met up at about 5:00pm to do the final leg together. Michael F. went ahead to the hostel at Yun Shan. It soon got dark up on the mountain, which was actually quite peaceful and calm. I would ride up ahead for a while and periodically proclaim a hostel around the next bend. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I looked into the bushes and caught two glowing eyes looking at me reflected by my bike light. My heart jumped for a second. Monkeys? Deer? Boar? My mind raced for animals. The presumably extinct clouded leopard? Then the eyes parted ways and I realized the entire mountain was filled with fireflies. We finally made it to the hostel and not everyone was the Good Humor Ice Cream man.

The morning ascent up the Highway 8

The next morning the five of us gathered around the table to fuel up for the coming ride. The group decided to split up with one going low through Li Shan and Michael Cannon and myself going high over Wuling. Wuling is near the peak of Ho Huan mountain and falls just sort of 11,000ft. As we were gathered around the table with our collective 75 years of experience living in Asia, we all discovered that none of us had acquired the taste for rou song, a type of dried, shredded pork that is often added to porridge and other foods.

Fruit For Thought

The climb over Ho Huan Mountain is a bedecked in one breathtaking alpine landscape after the other. Over 10,000 ft. the oxygen deficit becomes noticeable and the need to... ahem! stop and take pictures becomes ever greater.

Michael and I assailed the climb with grit and made it to a rest stop for water and calories. I think I found some instant noodles to eat dry. I was glad my internal battle over tires was won by the 25c slicks and not the fat CX tires. Anythign to take rotating weight off for that puppy.

We were making great progress at 8kph (eh!) and the adrenaline hit as the peak slipped into sight. Another factor was the intense heat. We had expected alpine chill, but the temperature rose over 80 degrees F.
Michael Cannon starts the final push

The peak!

My ascent


We hit the summit at about 12:00pm and kicked back to watch the tourists in their cars mill about and scoff a little about all the assholes who drove their cars up to the summit to ride around as if they rode the whole thing. Going from 300ft above sea level to 11,000 ft. was just a fantastic feeling. Groups of riders were coming up the other side on expensive road machines. They park further down the mountain and use the last stretch to the summit as their hill climbing workout.

My favorite shot

The clouds from the west were catching on the peaks creating abstract blotches of sunlight on the ridge line. We decided to bomb the hill. It is a pretty hairy descent as the cars coming up are never paying attention and I can think of one time where I moved to the side to let some card pass... only to have a car skid in my direction because he had been traveling too fast for the conditions. Michael Cannon was gone. He hit that hill at speed and never looked back. I was more cautious and wanted a few more pictures. The temperature dropped and I was soon in full warmers and hat.



Posing at the top

About halfway down I got word from the other group that the expedition had fallen apart. I caught up with Michael Cannon and after waiting until 3:00pm for conformation, we decided to book on back to Taichung. Suddenly we had a mission again and cruised down the mountain. We hit every green light from Puli to Wufeng. Seriously. EVERY green light!!! We kept the speed above 2o mph (32 kph) for most of the trip to Caotun, which was great from our wasted legs. Michael suffered three flats on the way back and after each the ability to restart to ever longer. A final Snickers bar did the trick and we were back in Taichung by 7:00pm.

Wuling at 3275 Meters

An epic ride with some real great people. I can't wait for the next one.

Michael F., Michael T., Chris, Michael C. and me

*I would like to credit Michael Cannon for the great pictures of me riding and the construction worker in the tunnel. Michael Cannon has to be one of the best saddle-top photographers I have ever seen. He seems to find the right shots to capture.

I Want A Winner

The winning designs have been announced at NAHBS. A little something for everyone. What's really great about these bikes is that they are constructed for individuals and thus each bike is a reflection of the people who buy them. They are a mirror image in the form of tubing... not just a physical reflection of relates lengths and sizes, but also a person's style and imagination. How they view themselves as a rider (some of this can be pure fantasy, but none the less a reflection).

Check them out here: NAHBS winners

Monday, March 1, 2010

New Numbers

New Numbers for the Night:

Tonight I beat my old time on the "Night Loop" by 2 min. to 40.34min. My slowest climbing speed rose from 10mph to 12mph. Average 15mph. My descent was steady at 41mph. My sprint maxed out at 33mph.

I just felt really good on the bike. I thought I would experiment with lower tire pressure as suggested in the article below. Everything felt tight and right. I felt I was in good position all around and every minute was a tooth gritting scrap for turf. The roughest part was the lantern festival on Wen xin Rd. Talk about chaos.

Oh! This is the second time I have done this route entirely in the big ring.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Clobbering the Cobbles

The Spring Classics


It is the first of March today and that could only mean one thing... the Spring Classics are upon us. Forget the Tour de France and the Giro, these northern one-day races over bruising cobbles are my favorites to follow. So much can go so wrong so quickly.

The Schedule Goes:


Jeff Jones (no relation to the actor) has a great piece in the Cycling News on the new gear Carlos Sastre and the Cervelo Test Team will be riding to tame the hours of uneven pave. From Q Rings to aero frames, modified rigs and added padding so these bikes can handle some heavy abuse. Wheels and steerers are the usual points of failure in these races. The most underrated, and obvious change Cervelo is making this season is for wider tires. I think tires and tire pressure are so misunderstood that it is worth a look. Jones quotes Cervelo team mechanic, Gerard Vroomen in his report who says:

"In general, I think everybody should be riding wider tyres all the time but especially on a race like this weekend or Flanders, a Pavé is really overkill. So I think the 25mm Evo CX is really the way to go."


What does this have to do with me?

When I first thought about riding in Taiwan my first thought was a Roubaix style bike, longer stays and relaxed geometry. I probably went overkill, but some of the back roads are pretty gnarly and some Paris-Roubaix teams use modified cyclocross frames. I run 25mm tires on the road and sometimes go up to 30-35mm. There is really not a lot of difference in speed. Only the knobbies seem to drag a little. I think Vroomen makes a great point in stating that:


See that? INCREASES ROLLING RESISTANCE!

Basically, fatter is not necessarily slower and comfort can translate into speed. A higher psi is no guarantee for increased speed and performance. Stiffness is not always the answer.

The whole article is worth a read. Just click the link blue text or the link to Cycling News.


A common cycling route in Taiping, Taichung County