Repco Superlite

This is a Repco Superlite but it’s not a very good one. I’m trying to work out the date it was made, because it’s a heavyweight and a not particularly well made example of the genre. Even more, it’s a weird sizing.

There are no wheels, I picked it up as is at the side of the road. Originally, according to the red sticker at the bottom of the seat tube, it was sold and serviced by Wheelman Cycles of Darwin.

As you see it it’s only had a simple wipeover a clean up to see what condition things are in… not too bad, paint is chipped and faded but passable. The frame measures 57cm c-to-c on the top tube and only 50cm c-to-c on the seattube, so it is an odd size, to be sure, and the sticker on the seat tube claims only ‘Cro-Moly tubes’. It’s pretty heavy, there are only lugs at the top of the seatube and at the Bottom bracket. Other tube ends are mitred and welded.

Groupset on the bike is all Exage 300EX, including the cranks and chainrings, gear changers, derailleurs, brakes and levers. I assume all original. I’m thinking the saddle (a cheap Velo) and the stem (Tranz-X welded aluminium) are the only non-original components.

TDU 2017

Well, it’s been a week or two since the end of the Tour Downunder for 2017, so having mulled things over and considered the evidence, a couple of thoughts occur. This is not a full report; that can be found on plenty of other sites.

As I sat at the side of the road somewhere near the Birdwood sprint point in the Adelaide Hills I was thinking about Caleb Ewen and the way he’s bloomed. Winning four stages tends to make my argument a bit redundant, but I’ve been struck by how far he’s come in 12 months in terms of his roadcraft and confidence.

At 23 he’s now in a league where he can take it up to the big boys and contest the major sprint races around the world. Last year, no way. He was blindingly fast, but unprepared and at times diffident in the argy-bargy on the way to the line. This year his control and poise, his ability to know when to drop the hammer shows a maturity which will only grow.

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Richie Porte looked fantastic and never seemed in danger of losing the race once he seized the Paracombe stage win. He was hungry, determined, and very very focused on shutting out any challengers, and his team rode with that objective too. Defending champion Simon Gerrans didn’t have the form this year, and he knew it. I’ve read media reports saying ‘he’s lost it’, ‘he’s too old’, but I wouldn’t write him off just yet.

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Gian Luca Brambilla looks as good on the bike as any rider I’ve ever seen. Seeing him put the power down in a tandem effort to shake off the field along with big Belgian rider Thomas de Gendt made me think of the beauty and the grace of cycling, epitomised by a man who devotes his entire movement and positional control to get to the finish line. Brambilla looked fabulous and I’ll be watching him keenly from here on.

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And the rock star: Peter Sagan was a focus for the fans and the media in a way that only the wearer of the World Champion’s jersey can be. He was serious about being here, too, even if his form was slightly below his best. Sagan and his wife turned up 2 weeks before the start to get the miles in and make sure he was competitive, and he was up there in all the contested sprints.

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See this photo of the throw for the line on the last stage and you can see he was giving it his all. I think he came up about half a wheel short.

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Finally, spotted these guys pacelining in the Adelaide Hills, but dunno where they’re from. I like their style.

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Fixed gear madness

What happens when you unship the chain of a fixed gear bike at 50kmh?

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Things stop rather rapidly.

Chain jams between spokes and cog and between bottom bracket and chainring spider. Back wheel locks up. You skid for a few metres. Back tyre blows out and shreds both the tyre and tube. You skid on the remnants and grind off the rim as you skid a few more metres. If you don’t fall off you eventually skid to a halt and your mate – who was 20 metres behind you – says calmly ‘That was lucky you didn’t hit the deck’.

 

Yes it was.

 

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Where did the ‘WHOOOO-EEEE!’ come from?

Where did the ‘whooo-oo’ get it’s mojo and when did applause become overtaken by mass braying and the organized shrieking of many?

We have all been part of a restive crowd, just waiting for the speeches to finish so that the serious partying can begin. The speaker concludes, the crowd reacts with enthusiasm and a wild ‘Whoooo-heeeee-whoooo’ fills the room.

What used to be a generous round of applause has been replaced by a shrill whistle of acclaim, so obviously it was not always this way. When it did it become acceptable to shout and whoop and holler? When did official engagements and Prime Ministerial announcements become blessed by what sounds like a jet turbine running up to full power? When did insignificant things get the same treatment?

I could ask the Internet, because you can find out anything on the internet. But do I trust it? Or I could resort to memory, and I sure as hell know my memory is faulty. Or I could ask around, or even just plough ahead with what I can see resembles nothing so much as a curmudgeonly grumble.

I suspect I became aware of the ‘whooo-hooo’ in about 1998 or 1999. Thereabouts. At the time I was probably attending four or five official events per week and of those at least two a week were ‘launches’, that peculiar species of self-congratulatory event organized by a PR company to make an ordinary announcement seem like the most exciting thing since. Sliced bread. The last launch. Never. [I’m just listing possibilities here; these events are never interesting].

‘And the winner of the 2015 Award for Cradle Dancing Serbian Style is… ‘

Whooooo-heeeee!

‘So I’d like to officially declare the government’s new non-soggy ticketing solution now open…’

Whoooooo-for-oooooooooo!

You know the sort of crap I’m talking about. The launch of the East-West upside down North South Metro link, which only cost a gazillion dollars and will solve all our existing transport woes.

I blame the PR agents, whose job it is at such events to mingle in the crowd and then raise hullaballoo at the appropriate moment. Actually, I blame us all, for going along with such tripe for years until it became more than ritual. A thing: a birth, death or marriage wasn’t considered properly celebrated until the banshee sirens had sung their song.

I wish, like the screaming jets – oh, so that’s where they got their name from – the ‘whooo-eeee’ would disappear into the sunset and let us celebrate an announcement in the way we saw fit. Or not.

 

The Meaning of Life, and Extinction

Now that is a pretty big title, and I sure don’t have all the answers. Yet it is a pretty big topic to come to grips with and this essay is rather long, so bear with if you can.

In the 19th Century the solemn and bewhiskered German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer said “All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”

Arthur Schopenhaur, big whiskers and big intellect

Arthur Schopenhaur, big whiskers and big intellect

This is a prescription for science: a theory is advanced as hypothesis, and then reviewed and criticised. It is then examined, and tested, and the evidence assessed. Usually the original idea undergoes modification as the evidence is added to the picture and our understanding becomes a little clearer. Finally, as the facts come to light, we see a bigger picture, a well illustrated portrait in which all the disparate information which has been gathered – and debated – forms a picture which can reasonably be interpreted one way. The picture, as it were, has become clear.

Climate change. There; the two words are out of the bag, to be considered in light of Schopenhauer’s dictum.

‘You cannot make link such a broad claim to an idea as scientifically vague as climate change!’ shout the many who cannot grasp the nature of the argument. I believe I can, with just a few solid examples.

When I was growing up in Australia through the 1960s and 1970s it seemed acceptable to mock the hippies and the fringe dwellers of society, especially when they advanced weird notions about climate change, water conservation, alternative energy sources and building houses out of straw bales. Hippies were smelly long-haired, and had odd ideas. And yet, over the intervening fifty years they’ve been proven right time and again.

In 1961 James Lovelock published his groundbreaking treatise ‘On Gaia’, the first time since the ancient Greeks that someone had seriously suggested our world was a complex and dynamic ecosystem, an entity rather than merely a collection of parts. We are now some way toward understanding what he meant: we cannot overwhelm or destroy any one part of our planet without the effects being felt globally. As small rise in air temperature can affect seasonal variations, which in turn affects shallow ocean currents, which has its effect upon biotic communities (eg the Great Barrier Reef) and so on.

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Planet earth, a Gaian perspective

One year later in 1962 the American scholar Rachel Carson published her treatise on pesticides and the poisoning of the environment through groundwater contamination, ‘Silent Spring’. The books impact upon farming practises and the widespread use of chemicals cannot be overstated. When we consider the current debates over the dangers of coal seam gas in the Hunter Valley, can we afford to not believe?

Silent Spring, 1962

Silent Spring, 1962

It used to be understood that dinosaurs were sluggish and dim ancestors of our current reptiles, big and menacing, to be sure. A nod of the sweat-stained cowboy hat to Robert T Bakker, yet another of those long-haired smelly idealists, for his tireless quest for truth. These days, you’d be hard pressed to find a serious scientist who does not understand the dinosaurs were warm blooded and active, populating a world which they dominated for 140 million years, and a great deal more in control of their environment than was thought: they didn’t simply eat their way into extinction.

Extinction, there’s the word we were rushing towards all along. Five massive extinction events in earth’s history so far and the sixth is on the way. Actually, wind back on that idea, we are in the midst of it right now, we just cannot calculate the scope and scale. That’s correct, the sixth major extinction event in earth’s history is here and now.

The sheer enormity of the issue dwarfs the senses; and it seems certain that is the major reason for inactivity. Our leaders in whom we invest a degree of trust are bound by inertia, so a call for change is doomed. Politicians think of the next election, they think in terms of a 20c rise in the price of fuel, or the provision of roads, of foodstuffs etc. They do not – generally thinking – consider the future, their use-by date has long passed by the time their descendants have a chance to vote or to judge their performance.

As a sentient species we have an obligation to our world and the other species upon it. I realise this is an emotive and wishy-washy argument, so let’s look at it from a more pragmatic viewpoint. Every species we plunge into extinction might have held the key to our survival. Medical science spends millions of dollars every years seeking a cure for cancer; they test and synthesise chemicals from plants, the greatest concentration and diversity being in the equatorial rainforests (quinine, aspirin, vinblastine).

This we know. What should concern us it what we don’t know, and will never discover. An extinct species is a chance lost, a lost chance to discover a miracle cure or a food source which might alleviate suffering and starvation.

It’s a curious fact, but we do not know to within an order of magnitude how many species we share the planet with. It might be five million, it might be fifty million, we simply do not know. Therefore, to extend the point, we do not know what we are wiping out. Yet we are wiping them out. Even in recorded history and looking at the bigger vertebrates – thus more visible and – to us – more interesting species – we note the passing of the Moa, the Passenger Pigeon, the Dodo (hence of course the sobriquet ‘as dead as the Dodo’), the Thylacine, the Irish Elk, the Lesser Stick Nest Rat, the Bali Tiger, the Javan Tiger, the Caspian Tiger and many hundreds of others.

Now link this destruction to the issue of time: most of these extinctions have been in the last 1000 years. If we concede this massacre rate we might have pretty much cleaned the planet’s surface in 10,000 years, providing we’re here to see it. And the point is that 10,000 years is a mere blink of the eye, an absolute deluge of destruction in terms of life’s cycle. Remember that the earth is roughly 4.6 billion years old and the earliest life forms we know of date back to about 3.5 billion years. The numbers are inconceivable to us, but they are scientifically accurate. More to the point, we cannot know the full consequences of our actions, we can but guess.

So it’s more than feasible to suggest that within that blink of an eye we – the most intelligent species of them all – might have made our home uninhabitable. We will have quite literally shit in our own nest.

Will we be here to see it? Statistically speaking it’s highly unlikely; it is calculated that 99.9% of all species which ever existed have passed into extinction in that 3.5 billion year span. So, speaking as an interested observer, it’s just the nature of things and there’s nothing to fear, it’s just that as a species we seem to be doing everything in our power to hasten our end. But take heart, it’s not going to happen next year.

Cecil, the black maned lion

Cecil, the black maned lion

As I was preparing this essay I began following news of the horrifically compelling case of Cecil the lion, killed by a ‘game’ hunter from the US who paid $50,000 for his pleasure and got a lot more than he bargained for. Public opinion has passed sentence on the Minnesotan dentist, so let this observation try to add a little understanding. Cecil was lured from the Hwange National Park to where he could be legally ‘hunted’ (spotlighted and staged for execution) by professional hunters who cared more for the fee and return business than they cared for the lion or for the illegality of their act. Their ‘crime’ was in getting caught, in part by the GPS collar that the animal wore, and which they attempted to destroy.

Cecil the black-maned lion was worth far more alive than dead. As a much admired drawcard for the game reserve, his earning potential over the next 20 years would have far exceeded the dentist’s blood money. The argument that controlled (and paid for) big game hunting is a legitimate and reasonable husbanding of resources for the greater ecological good is laid bare as the lie it always was; in a welter of blood, a severed trophy head and a discarded body. The idea of responsible killing for profit and for the greater good overlooks the sheer stupidity and greed of the act which is completely antithetical to the concept of ‘responsible’.

It is estimated that there are less than 30,000 lions left across Africa; whole subspecies such as the Barbary Lion have been wiped out, and this most iconic of predators stands at the gate of extinction. It is conceivable that in the next 20 years the wild lion will be completely extirpated from Africa.

And for Homo sapiens sapiens? How can a species as successful at adaptation and as numerous as we become extinct? Simply by destroying all around us and changing the environment into an uninhabitable wasteland. Our seconds-to-midnight clock is already ticking.

Want to read a little more? Though it was published very nearly 20 years ago  ‘The Sixth Extinction’ by Richard Leakey & Roger Lewin (1996) is an excellent and powerfully reasoned book. Nor is it too long or too complex for the layperson.

Let’s find a positive

Right with you on that one, chief!!

As soon as I can find a positive good news story which doesn’t cite Caitlin Jenner as a role model for women I’ll be all over it.

It seems to me that the negative attracts the negative, and that which attracts the quickest and most frequent comments is that which can be readily criticised. It’s an endemic aspect of blogging, as I think I noted earlier. It is easy to take a contrary point of view, and there is nothing wrong with questioning everything, with developing a capable degree of cynicism. Since I concern myself primarily with media, politics, power and science, there is much to be critical of: climate change and the lack of real effort, renewable power initiatives and the lack of real development, the global economy and lack of real change, simple and clear media directives and the inability to tell a story simply and effectively, and so forth.

And yet, it stands to reason that there must be a balance. There must be good news stories which genuinely excite the admiration and stir the senses, and which do not involve weight loss pills or celebrities being paid to ‘achieve’.

Pluto. an official NASA photo taken at 476,000 miles from the planet's surface.

Pluto. an official NASA photo taken at 476,000 miles from the planet’s surface.

It may well be that the pinnacle of achievement this year involves the incredible work and dedication over the past decade or so of the team at NASA who have managed to take an unmanned spacecraft billions of years into our solar system and visit the planet formerly known as Pluto. A little more research on my part is called for – I concede my knowledge of deep space and astronomy stops at the front door – but even when watching some of the news coverage I thought I detected a whiff of nerd-dom about the presentations. ‘Hey! Look at what these science geeks have gone and done!’

I hope not. I hope it was just me and their talents have been celebrated for such a stupendous achievement.

On aphorisms & sport

It’s unfortunate, I suppose, but most aphorisms need to be taken with a pinch of salt. The following cannot, as far as I know, be attributed to Hippocrates, but since he started the ball rolling he’s going to have to take some of the blame.

A watched pot never boils – well, yes they do, they just take longer.
You get the leaders you deserve – why is it I never seem to be voting for the right ‘team’ then, and how can I reconcile that with the fact they lie – blatantly misrepresent themselves – in order to be elected and then reveal their intentions?
Don’t blame the dog, blame the owner – it’s a fair point, but when the dog next door barks from 8.30am to 4.00pm continually because the family aren’t home I tend to hold them all accountable, the dog included.

Aphorisms probably aren’t worth the time taken to write them, yet we all use them as often as we resort to cliché to express a point of view we feel is in the majority. It’s a form of verbal simplicity designed to appeal to the common consensus by using a commonly used phrase. The easy lure of familiarity, in other words.

Ah, cliché. You pearl of wisdom amongst the swine.

Which is why I tend to be most suspicious of those who trot them out so easily –sports persons whose career leads them into media commentary. Having spent the years as an active player and identity, they’re well trained to exercise the acumen they possess in dealing with the dreaded post-match interview. In Australia it usually begins with a predictably dumb question and an even worse answer: “Yeah, nah” is often the opening gambit.

See the cartoon below, it’s difficult to add anything more succinct.

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Thus we get to the notion that such an interviewee might make an expert commentator. I think the proof lives through example; on radio and on television we’ve suffered through years of barely inarticulate ‘former athletes’ attempting to articulate that which they could not whilst they were ‘stars’ or players. Equally vexing is the need to employ those who are barely intelligible. For years football lovers had to sit through the slurred phrases and mangled metaphors of ‘KG’, the king of the undisguised lisp. I’m not calling for BBC-like clarity here, merely the chance to hear and understand simple concepts well explained. Apparently that’s too much to ask.

Who decided sports stars made the best commentators? That they suddenly had something of worth to say, having spent their time in the professional ranks dealing in platitudes? How can a badly fitting suit or a logo embroidered blazer and a more conservative haircut add to erudition? And can a leopard change its spots?

The Wonderful Life of Hallucigenia

Say hello to Hallucigenia.

Hallucigenia was a weird little creature who lived and died in the Cambrian period, about 560 million years ago. The fossil Hallucigenia, first discovered over 100 years ago, did not have a head. Nor did subsequent finds. Now, Dr Martin Smith of Cambridge University has reunited Hallucigenia with its head, enabling a fuller reconstruction of what this amazing little creature might have looked like.

Hallucigenia. from Nature Magazine

Hallucigenia. from Nature Magazine

On the face of it, this is one of those curious ‘popular science’ stories which may interest less than 1% of the BBC website’s visitors, and be read by less than 1% of those. Which explains (and I hope I’m not tarring the BBC with the same brush here) why publishers who are trying to save money through downsizing seem to take aim at their ‘specialist’ reporters first. I read, anecdotally, that science and religious affairs reporters are commonly first in the firing line. Strange bedfellows, indeed.

In this piece by science writer Rebecca Morelle, it appears a classic case of reporting the facts, and just the facts. But of course, the unearthing of Hallucigenia has been anything but an easy ride through the facts; from a fossil wrongly identified and described, to being placed upside down with spines viewed as leg appendages, and now being given its head.

What should be unmasked in this tale is the story of the fossils from the Burgess Shale. The Canadian Rockies quarry near the town of Burgess revealed a menagerie of weird and wonderful specimens… Opabinia, Marella, Yohoia, Aysheaia…

There is considerable debate as to how to classify these incredible creatures, but in his book ‘Wonderful Life’ the American paleontologist Steven Jay Gould supported the idea that they were so far from the ‘plan’ of modern organisms that many of them deserved to be considered discrete phyla. Gould’s theme, writ large, was of random selection, a mere whim of nature leading – some 550 million years (and at least four other mass extinctions) later – to the evolution of the human race. Gould knew a thing or two; he was so famous he made it on to ‘The Simpsons’.

for fame and fortune... Steven Jay Gould on The Simpsons

for fame and fortune… Steven Jay Gould on The Simpsons

In simple terms, humans belong to the phylum chordata (we have a vertebrate). So too are birds, fish, camels, and weasels. Other phyla include the worms (Annelida) and the bivalve shells (Mollusca) and so on. Back in the Cambrian, before the mass extinction which wiped out 90% of the species of the time, Gould postulates, there was an even chance that our ancestors would not make it through the selection process.

Life’s lottery, as he termed it, could been drawn very, very differently indeed. And what sort of a world would we have then? A world without humans, is the simple answer.

I suspect I’ll pick up on a theme or two from this because science writers are important, dammit. Increasingly so.

Earlier this week it was reported we – the world – and every species on it, are on the slippery slopes of the sixth extinction event. Now. There’s more to say on this than the politician’s ‘hrrmph’.