Its not duct tape but its the next best thing if you have a wedge type eccentric bottom bracket that is so prevelant on gary fisher rigs and ferrous Mtb's.
Big Als rig has been making the most horrible squeaking and knocking noise whenever you would be out of the saddle grinding up a big climb. I tried taking it out and greasing it, cleaning it and then greasing the poo out of it again.
And it still squeaked.
I even thought it might have been the BB itself, and took that apart and played with it.
Then I started searching MTBR.com. Now I take everyhting that is on MTBR with a grain of salt cuz there are alot of people that post on there just to read their own writing. But often I find some really good ideas and this was one of them.

1. First take your seat post out and ride you bike up a hill. this just is a precaution to make sure that it is actually your EBB and not your seat or post that doin the whining.
2. Next pull out the EBB, wipe it down really well and look at the wedge. you should see primary wear spots on the wedge if it has been squeaking long. this is probably where the the sound is eminating from. especially if you do not see any wear spots on the anodized surface of the BB.
3. Solution is to put two wraps of teflon plumbers tape over the wear spots on the wedge and one wrap around the rest of the EBB. then gently slide the EBB back into the clean EBB shell ( it will fit a little more snuggly) Now put your cranks back on, tension the chain, apply torque to the set screww in you EBB and go ride.
   
   It should also be noted that This was not my idea, nor did I take the pictures. But I do not like listing MTBR user names to give credit cuz I have no way of knowing if it is a original idea. I find this incredibly annoying. But this is a new facet of the age of inforamtion and livin in a wikipedia world. Hope that this helps somebody.

Dr. Suess rode a bike

And here is the definitive proof...........

Oh, the Places You'll Go!

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

---Dr. Seuss

Blinis and....no caviar

Ok
I am pretty supportive of just about anything that Big Al wants to do. Well she has been on a diet to eliminate dairy, gluten, meat, sugar, peanuts, oranges, and fun from her (our) diet. Now, I love food, and I really think that I cook more from scratch than any other young person that I know. So I can only watch people eat leafy green things for so long before I have to step in and and say "oi vey". So I got to planning and started thinking about the weird stuff that could be used with the dietary restrictions.
I also love ethnic food, but not the way that the term "ethnic food" commonly used. I really like making the foods that our immigrant ancestors brought to the New World. Most weeks you will encounter things like Lebanese Lentil salad, Hans Klingen (slavic pretzels), Latvian Potato Salad, Vietnamese Rare Beef (think steak tartar), and sushi when breaking bread with the stampers.
I have two vices that consume most of my disposable income, bikes and food. Fortunately these are vices that big Al approves of.
However most of our immigrant ancestors do not believe in dairy free lifestyles, so this can present challenges. So like a fixxed gear freestyler hurtling towards his timely death I have enbarked to change traditional recipes to fit certain dietary restrictions.
So I made Russian Blinis, as in Blinis and Caviar, which is a tradition food from imperial Russia prior to the revolution of Bolsheviks (who probably did not like dairy, meat or fun either). It is made from milled Buckwheat Groats (naturally gluten free) to form a crepe like pancake. I changed the recipe to to replace rice milk for the real thing, 2 tbl of apple butter for sugar, egg beaters for eggs, and served with molasses. It made for mighty fine table fare.

sprayer bike

This is what happens when two engineers start hanging around with a farm kid who has a broad knowledge of of weed control. The possibilities are endless. As a note this will never be used for evil....only good like applying 2-4,D to control poison ivy on local trails.

The texture of victory

Is pretty gritty.

First I want to say thanks to all the folks that I got to ride with throughout the race. I suck at names but I remember everybody and maybe I will get names and faces straight. I think this is sorta humorous cuz the race promoters seemed to know everybody there except me, which is understandable as I really have never done any of their events since I moved to KS a year ago. Anyhow much fun and many thanks to all the heartland crew and the supporters that were out there. I really did not know any of the other SS'ers as most of them were from Nebraska and had those purveyors of anarchy jerseys on. I was a little intimidated. I also think I saw Dustin Burghart (sp?) a fellow SS'er from out near Great Bend. We rode together for a lap at cruise the blues last year. However I failed to say hello, I am a scumbag when it comes to making acquaintances. back to the matter at hand.

Ok, first Dirty Kanza is an example of a well organized and challenging event that showcases parts of Kansas that most people will never see. My race bike was my IRO Rob Roy that I geared 42:18 and was rolling on IRC Mythos 35’s. I was a little bit intimidated when I saw how wide of tires everyone else was rolling. Most folks were rolling 42c up to 2.0 mtn bike tires. Pinch flatting would later play a large role for me cuz I was sloppy in minding my pressure. The race started at 6 am Saturday morning, with a prerace riders meeting at 5:45 am. The organizers were considering pushing back the start cuz of a large thunderstorm with large hail. Our first leg was supposed to be southerly so we were not sure if we would hit it. The directors decided to go ahead and start us, and we rolled out to a neutral start until we hit the gravel. Once we hit the gravel Dan Hughes and the crew from High Gear started leading us south toward Madison. After about 10 miles it readily became apperent that this was gonna be a race between Dan Hughes and Cameron Chambers. Several other Cycle City riders hung out at the front until they developed flats. Joe and I were riding together and Joe said that it was decision time, you could either try to hang on to the front pack or start pacing. I knew that there was no keepin up with the pace that was being set at the front (I spin out 42:18 at 21.5 mph), so I started riding with a few guys that came off the front.

They were all geared and kept up a pretty decent pace. One was a math teacher from Iowa, a guy on a Orbea 29er who was from SW Kansas, and the other was Dwayne Goskioski(sp?) from KC. My biggest mistake of the day was not drinking enough early, and I think that this affected a lot of folks other than myself. I hung with these geared guys until we got to Madison 50 miles later. Up till Madison I had been averaging about 17.5 mph according to my computer. From Madison we headed west across the flint ridges (as I call them) through the oil fields. It really is mind boggling how big Kansas is, and how Kansas is most definitely NOT flat. Once you got up onto of these ridges you could see for miles. This section from mile 50-100 was, in my mind, the most technically demanding due to the extremely coarse surface and terrain. I had a series of pinch flats that used up all my extra tubes. So on my last tube I got the pressure up as high as I could stand (about 65 psi) and this proved to work well. By the time I hit Cottonwood springs I was felling pretty rough. I had ran out of water at about mile 90 and had to stop and ask a lady if I could use her water hose. So I laid down and had a sandwich and tried to camel up as much as I could. I had Alison work on my legs for about 10 minutes and contemplated not leaving.

While I was the first single speeder to come into cottonwood fall, two other single speeders had already gone out ahead of me (the guy on the soul craft was in and out really quickly). But I packed my camelback full of ice and refilled my bottles with half strength Gatorade and started rolling south and west. Miles 100-150 was a loop that started and ended in cottonwood falls. The going south sections really sucked as this meant that you were bucking the wind. The westward sections sucked cuz you knew that soon you would be into the wind again. I ended up catching the SS’er on the soulcraft at about mile 120. I said hello and kept trucking up a hill, and about 2 miles later a rancher and his wife came up behind me and asked if I was going in the right direction. Apperently the Soulcraft rider had turned around and headed back. This meant (or so I thought) that there was only one SS’er still out in front of me. It was also right about here that to course turned and started heading north so that the wind was at my back. This did wonders for my spirits. I managed to chase down a couple of more geared riders before I turned back east towards Cottonwood falls. Ata the 150 mile mark I stopped at Casey’s General store to eat some greasy pizza, have a coke and advil, and buy ice to re pack my camelback. My teammates John Waller and Andrew Slater had called it quits at 100, and Brandon Bundy had a mechanical at 113 so they were all hangin out with Big Al when I picked up my map for the last section. I was also informed that I was the first place SS’er. It turns out that the other SS’er that I thought was in front of me after my long break at the half way point had taken an even longer break at Casey’s. As I rolled out to finish the last 50 miles I have to admit that I felt really good! Probably better mentally than at any other point in the race, but I still had intermittent cramps in my inner thigh from using that muscle to power through return (or upward) pedal strokes when climbing. As a result I walked a couple big hills. I also saw the guy from SW KS that I had ridden with earlier, at the dam of kahola lake. I stopped and inflated his tires with some of my CO₂ as he was trying to pump up a 29er tire. He admitted that he was feeling pretty wasted and was having cramping problems. After I crossed the dam and went over that big “dam” hill I saw Dennis Grelk of Badger cycles patching a tube for like the 4^th time. I still had two extra tubes so I offered him one and got him aired up. One thing that I learned is that no matter what hand pumps suck, and that air cartridges are where its at. Dennis and I had leapfrogged earlier in the race with flat tires, and he led for me for the next 15 miles. After we got through Americus and made the turn to go south we both took the wrong road. Dennis was out of site before I realized what had happened, so I turned around and back tracked. Dennis would finish almost an hour later than I did after what he described as a scenic but frustrating tour Americus….again. He really had some rotten luck. I finished the last 10 miles at a pretty good clip and managed to catch one rider that had gotten off coarse earlier with a couple miles to go. I managed to finish in 14:45, fifteen minutes under my finishing time goal, and win the SS class. After having something to drink and eat I rejoined my Cycle City compatriots outside to rings cowbells for the finishers. We were pretty proud of how we did as a team. Joe Fox finished in about 15:15, and seemed really pleased with that. The big gun for Cycle City Racing though, was Kristen High.

Kristen is only the second woman ever to finish this race and set the new women’s record, beating the old record by several hours. We were all really impressed by her positive attitude no matter what the circumstances. Way to Go Kristen! Cody Mathias and his dad, John, would finish next. They did this race as a “training” ride for the Leadville 100 race. The Mathias family was always ready to offer assistance and encouragement throughout the race. What a great group!

I really enjoyed this race and the challenges that it presented. I got to meet some really awesome people and see some great country with all the flora and fauna. I was especially perplexed by the dung beetles that I would see rolling little balls of poo across the road. I saw a nature show about dung beetles when I was a kid but never imagined that I would encounter one. I thought that they were confined to Africa or something.

Q: Why did the dung beetle cross the road?

A: To get his ball of poo to the other side…..stupid. This is what happens to your mind after 170 miles.

All in all the Cycle City team made a great showing and we definitely had a blast! Looking forward to DK version 4.0!

Dirty kanza prep

So I am fixin to head south. Last night I did a gravel night ride to make sure that my lights worked
and to spin the kinks out. I was really surprised at how many Pheasants I jumped. I chased a Tom for a good 200 yoards and it took me a while to realize what it was was. I was sorta scared of it at first because I had disturbed a skunk earlier in the evening. I did not want to have to ride in the back of the truck all weekend.
I am pretty stoked that the wind is only suposed to be 5 mph so That will be nice. anyhow I will do a long post with pictures on sunday. stay tuned.

I finally made it home the to pick up my washer/dryer, watch my brother get married, shake the kids, and hit the trails in the southern Appalachian (ap-uh-latch-un) mountains that I have always called home.
Big Al and I drove all night to make the 18 hour trip so that we could have plenty of time to spend with family. We drove through some serious storms on the way out there but as day break saw us into my ol kentucky home of Berea the skys were clear
I got to go ride the Scales trail in The Grayson Highlands State park . This is mostly up and down mountain double track consisting of rocks the size of softballs . I think I shook some fillings loose. I would have hit some of the other stuff in that region but was pushed for time (stupid brother getting married) anyhow Joel got married, saw lots of family, wore a tux ate cake, blah blah.
But I did get a chance to play with the track hoe that dad has been using to clear ground for the new tree crop. I think that I need a track hoe



After the wedding Al and I met her family at Dark mountain in Wilkesboro were they had been camping. The overmountain Victory trail is here. This trail is only a few years old but is a true blast to ride. It is very intensely managed with LOTS of highly bermed turns so it is extremely fast. It was a little wet when I rode but when its dry there is nothing like it. Imagine a BMX/pump track that is 10 miles long and totally in the woods.....its sick! Afterwards we went to Johnson City to visit with the Matney family. I also took this opportunity to ride Buffalo Mountain. Now, up until I came to KS I had never really ridden SS gearing greater than 32-20, and after turning 32-18 for all of this riding I realized why. If I was not such a proud person I would have walked a few spots. I think that a 19 tooth cog is in order for my next trip.
Anyhow I rode from Sara and Brads up to the Fire road access (brad and I usually drive this) Then started to long arduous climb to the top and then accessed the ATV trails. I took these to the uber-secret MTB trails that are unmarked and marginal in quality, but very steep......downhill..... for a long way. I actually had to put on a jacket for the descent. It was good.
Then my ma in law took us to Bojangles (my favorite sketchy fast food joint). It makes life worth living.