Crashing.

Hold tight. Jen, don’t worry, it’s not that sort of crashing.

“Don’t fall off.”

Is the last thing Jen says to me before I set off on a ride. And with the exception of just once, I have followed her advice. She could equally just as well suggest that I,

“Remember to have eaten enough before you set off, and don’t ride through all your fuel reserves.”

That would prevent the type of crashing I’m going to writing about here. There are loads of technical reasons as to why it happens, but that’s about the long and the short of it. I am, to be fair, not going into why or how it happens. Or, how to prevent it.

From my days of reading MBUK I can remember 2 pieces of advice about managing your energy and fuel levels whilst exercising. Eat and drink little yet often. And if you start to feel hungry, or thirsty, it’s too late. So, do the first, to make sure the second doesn’t happen. And, I suppose, if the second is happening stop whatever you’re doing to rest and refuel.

Crashing is horrible. In my experience at least it has just slowly crept up on me, leaving with me the feeling that I wish I’d eaten more food earlier. I’ve then not rested, well, certainly not for long enough, carried on riding, and then everything has gone wrong. All of a sudden my mouth is too wet, that strange feeling that you get just before vomiting. Any strength I had just disappears, leaving my legs essentially just going through the motions. They will carry on going round and around, but I’m not certain they are actually pedalling anything. I was perilously close to this happening on the first club ride I went one. I stopped, rested, ate, and then dialled back what I was doing. If I hadn’t, I don’t think I would have been able to make is back.

Thankfully, I can count on one hand how many times I have crashed. The worst, and bizarrely the funniest, time it has happened to me however I was no longer on my bike at all. I had just returned home from a 50 odd mile weekday ride, and at that point, even though I felt a little hungry, I didn’t feel bad at all. So I got washed, changed my clothes, and took a walk into town to get some food as after a quick scout around the kitchen we didn’t seem to have anything in. Everything was fine then, nothing to worry about. I’d had a good ride, and on a rare weekday off too, and then I felt all the colour drain from my face. I had the same wet mouth feeling as before, and my legs seemed to get heavier. I was just over halfway into town, and in dire need of food. My legs were going through the motions of walking, and I’m not sure that I had any control over them at all. My functions started to shut down including my brain, as I carried onto where I had set off rather than actually go into to any of the handful of places I could’ve got food sooner. I was definitely running on autopilot. I arrived at the Cornish Pasty shop and ordered my usual, a large traditional. Now at this point I don’t know what was going on with my face, because when the lady had to tell me that they had now sold out of large traditionals for the day she looked scared. I knew I’d been polite when I’d asked for it, but she didn’t appear to be reacting to what was going on that way.

“I, I, I, I can do you two mediums for the, for the, same price…?”

“That’d be amazing, thank you so much.”

“Sorry, I’m really sorry…”

“No, no, that’s fantastic, thank you.”

“Can I… get you anything else…?”

“No thank you, this is great.”

“I’m so sorry…”

I knew I was saying the right thing, but something wasn’t right. I left as quickly as I could, and I’m convinced that I heard the door being closed behind me. It, well, ending up with two pasties, couldn’t of worked out any better as I was able to eat one in town before setting off home. Well, I say eat, I think I pretty much breathed it in. It definitely didn’t touch the sides.

Now I’m no athlete, but I do know that a pasty is not ideal recovery food. It’s not something that you should take as advise. Maybe making sure you have enough of the right food in your house before you exercise however, that’d be good advice. Being prepared, that’d do it. But above all else, “Don’t crash.”

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My fascination: The Hiro that never was.

When I lived with Mighty in the flat, every Tuesday night, was lads night. And lads night, generally meant US television night. We would have friends round and watch as much US television as we could find. I think it had started with us just watching 24, and then moved on from there.

One of our favourites was a program about a group of ordinary people who discovered they had superhuman abilities. It was actually Mighty who came across Heroes first, coming into my room one evening after work and saying that I should watch it. By the end of the first episode you could tell why Mighty would go onto love the series. If Mighty had a dream, he would be flying. Standard. From Superman flying, to swim-flying, and anything in between. He would talk about this a lot, and even joked that he expected to wake up on his 25th birthday and be able to fly. His dreams were just training. So when Peter Petrelli jumps off a building wrongly believing he can fly, only to then be saved by his brother Nathan who can actually fly, I knew that this series would be the first program we would watch every Tuesday.

However, whilst Mighty had his focus firmly set of the Petrelli brothers, Hiro Nakamura was a firm favourite for all of us. For Hiro appeared to be the only one of these ordinary people who appeared to want his superhuman abilities, and to want to become a hero. Personally Hiro was my favourite as he could manipulate time and space, which he deftly showed in the first episode by teleporting himself into a ladies restroom and then later from a subway train in Tokyo to Times Square in New York. And it is on another subway train that Hiro ends up on, that the story really ramps up and that everyone’s focus was suddenly on Hiro. The lights go out on the subway train that Peter Petrelli is riding on in New York and he very quickly becomes aware that he is the only one not frozen in time… at least, he is in the subway car. Someone lands on the roof, and then walks to the end of the car and joins Peter. The figure is dressed in black, and clearly has a sword on his back. He then speaks with a Japanese accent, but in perfect English.

“My name is Hiro Nakamura, and I am from the future.”

I’m not certain who was more surprised. Peter, or us. This was the fist time Hiro wasn’t speaking in Japanese. Gone were the glasses, blue jacket, and satchel. Gone too, was his usual bumbling, excited, nerdish mannerisms. We were looking at a warrior, a hero, and he had a message for Peter.

“The girl, you have to save her.”

He goes onto to say that my saving the girl, the cheerleader, he will prevent everything. She must live. He also tells Peter than when he calls, he must tell him where they meet. And then as he walks off towards the end of the car, the lights come back on and time starts running freely again.

Meanwhile Present Hiro is in Nevada, where upon he happens to meet Peters brother Nathan. After seeing him land outside a diner Hiro tells him, in very broken English, that they are both special, and that he can bend time and space and that he’s has teleported into the future and seen New York destroyed by an explosion, which is what the characters all end up working towards for the rest of the season. The episode ends with Peter giving Present Hiro a message Future Hiro asked him to, thus creating an Ontological paradox. This was a huge episode. It seemed to set up not only the rest of the season, but character arcs that would run the course of the series.

Except that, that didn’t happen. The rest of the season built to a superb climax. But the following season started with a huge misstep, which it never recovered from. Don’t get me wrong there were some great ideas, new characters (Adam in particular), and stories (the one that showed what happened to Nathan when he was getting rid of the explosion at the end of the first season). But all of these opportunities seemed to be squandered by the show runners, and the series just kind of fizzled out.

As much as I’m loathed to quote a fictional character to back up a point. Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory once stated that;

“Heroes gradually lowered the quality season by season till we were grateful it ended.”

Grateful it ended? No. But didn’t care? Almost certainly. I wouldn’t bet money on it, but if Hiro did ever became that version of him we saw on that subway train the series had become that dire that I then didn’t notice. Likewise, if circumstances ended up meaning that we were watching a different time-line to the one Future Hiro came back from then that plot point totally passed me by.

It is such a shame as the series and characters showed so much promise, and the first season in particular was brilliant.

To be continued…

Karma for drunk Batman.

After mentioning karma in the last post, in a roundabout kind of way, I thought it was only fitting that I told you about some karma being served up on me.

I have long been a believer in karma. Not really in a spiritual way, but certainly in the universe balancing itself out. If I’ve ever felt the need to write a letter of complaint, I have only done so if I could also write someone else a letter of praise. Working in the service industry it was my reaction against those who only write in to have a moan, but never to praise. It was my way of balancing out what I was doing, in the hope that others would do the same. I’ve always had the intention of treating others as I would like to be treated, and again always spoken to people in shops (again because of the industry I’m in) in the same way I like to be spoken to.

However, what does any of this have to do with drunk Batman?

In my days of going out in town for the evening, or day, I undoubtedly drank far too much. Talking rubbish was at an all-time high, and behaviour at an all-time low. Fun was being had, but certainly at a cost. I once ran as fast as I could into a barrier surrounding a building site as I thought it would cheer up someone who was in a grump, which was fun for me until the moment I bounced back over the path and landed on my back in the middle of the road. Andy and I once ran over a road and jumped clean into a skip, unsighted, containing god knows what, just because we thought it would make a group of bouncers laugh. Now I’m not sure of the sight of us jumping in the skip did make them laugh, but us climbing out covered in wet cement definitely did.

This behaviour wasn’t just limited to being in town, as I could still get up to no good on the journey home. On the walk home to the flat we used to walk past the side of a house, a huge windowless wall with a badly fitted television aerial wire running most of the way up it and one Friday evening that wire got that better of me… Pulling it free from the bottom of the wall, I then tried to climb up the wall just like Adam West used to do in Batman. What could possibly go wrong? Well, if you speak to Andy nicely he may still be able to show you as he filmed it on his phone. I did when we got home, and then again the next morning over breakfast, just to make sure I wasn’t misremembering what I had done. It’s hard to tell as it’s dark, but I definitely climbed to a higher height than I am tall, and was pretty much in the same position as Batman and Robin used to get as they scaled walls in the sixties tv series. Except that I wasn’t climbing up a Batrope, or, spoiler alert, wasn’t actually pretending to climb whilst really on the floor… although, I soon would be. I’ve heard Andy tell other people this story, and as he likes to picture it is that a family were gathered around their television when all of a sudden it yanked back towards the wall were upon the aerial lead disappears through it. On the other side of he wall, with the lead now falling towards me, and nothing to hold me up, I fall and land flat on my back on the path. It’s at this point that Andy ran away, but I got straight back up and then followed him fast as I could. We laughed about it when we got home, and people laughed when Andy told the story the following day, but I then started to feel a little bad. I walked home from town a slightly different way that night. Head down, and kept myself to myself, no shenanigans. Neither Andy nor I mentioned it next day, and I tried not to think about it. However, the next morning when I went out to my car to drive to work I found that someone has smashed my windscreen with a brick. Directly connected or not, I knew that it was the universe balancing things out. I was annoyed, of course I was, but I don’t remember being upset or even surprised that it had happened. And whilst I still felt a lot of regret, remorse, and shame still for what I had done two nights previous, I also felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders and that drunk Batman had paid his price.

The pint-sized spear wielding warrior.

A few years ago I was talking to one of my friends mums at a party, and she said,

“I saw you and ~my son~ the other day through the window at work. I tried waving, but neither of you saw me. We’ve got a new guy at work who’d asked who I was waving at, and when I told him he said, ‘Richard, Richard Moir?’ And he then said that the two of you had gone to school together. I asked if you were friends, and he said that he didn’t really know you that well.”

“Oh right, what’s his name?”

Now, this is not his real name, but let’s call him… “Terry.”

“Terry?”

“Yes. Why, do you know him?”

Well yes I did. And I can’t remember quite what I said next, but I know I then changed the subject pretty quickly as I didn’t quite know how to respond to what she had just said… or rather, what Terry had said.

“he didn’t really know me that well.”

He was my best friend at primary school, and for most of secondary school. Granted, that was a long time ago but how can he say that he didn’t know me that well? We did everything together, in school and out. We lived on the same street. How on earth could he say that? I was completely incensed, and was for quite some time too. A week or two later I happened to see an old friend, and when I told her that story she said,

“What? Terry, Terry?”

“Yep.”

“But, you used to DJ at school discos together.” (I know I brought this up, but don’t ask).

“I know.”

“How can he say that?”

I didn’t know, and it really shouldn’t matter at all. I don’t think we had seen each other since I had started at Sixth Form. This was all so long ago, It really shouldn’t matter, but it bugged me so much. Months later, I would find myself remembering what he’d said and getting upset by it again. Well, I say months, it was years. I really struggled to forget this. It hurt.

However, one day I remembered something and that seemed to make it all better.

It was… reverse karma. Conscious time-travel. Somehow my brain had recalled a memory, and I was able to view it from a different perspective to how I did at the time.

The pint-sized spear wielding warrior.

Terry and I used to go everywhere on our bikes, and would roam the estate where we lived for the most part completely without purpose. One Sunday (and this was in the days when you could tell what day it was outside. No one drove. There was no point. Town was closed, all the shops were shut. The streets were empty) it seemed we had the estate to ourselves, we cruised down Avocet Way and then took a right onto Kingfisher Drive. This was the steepest road in the estate. For the first third you would pedal as fast as you could, freewheel the second, and then have to brake for the entirety of the third. Just as we were finishing the first third, when we were reaching terminal-velocity, I remember hearing something coming from one of the gardens on the left. Now, I was riding in the middle of the road, and to the right of Terry, but I heard this screaming sound. It was quiet at first, like it was coming from one of the back gardens, but then it got louder and louder. And it was just the one long scream. Looking to the left I then saw a little boy, much younger than us, running out of a garage holding what looked very much like a cricket stump above his head like a spear. He then ran diagonally across the front garden, heading down the hill, and when he ran out of garden he launched the cricket stump. A more perfect throw, he could not have done, and it sailed through the air straight into Terry’s front wheel. At the time, this was horrific. However, as my brain played this back to me it was the adult me that was riding my Raleigh Grifter down Kingfisher Drive. The bike is far too small, knees everywhere, and that boy throwing that cricket stump like a spear into Terrys front wheel is hilarious. Terry is thrown straight over the bars, and continues his way down the hill sans bike. It was at this point, and believe me I know this sounds mean, that the adult me wanted to skid my bike to a stop (there used to be no other way), and shake the boys hand for what he’d just done. It’s like he knew what Terry was going to say in later life, and was helping me out with my retribution.

Is it getting harder to avoid spoilers?

I’ve previously posted about having the plots of television shows and films being spoiled, and then in doing so may have spoiled every film both Bruce Willis and Brad Pitt have and ever will be in. Apologies again for that.

I think everyone that is bothered by spoilers now know to avoid social media if they know that they are going to miss a show, or won’t be able to see a film on its day of release. They’ll know too to not read reviews of either shows or films that they want to see. Now I know that last one does seem a little obvious, but reviews did not use to give a way entire plots. A lot of them now appear to serve as plot summaries. Now on the whole, they will tend to warn the reader not to read beyond a certain point. However, when that article is then displayed in the main body of the website it’s on, or on news readers*, they are more often that not formatted in a way that the highlight of the article that you can see has been the spoiler. Whilst writing this I have tried to find a review of Game Of Thrones from a year ago on The Guardian website that had really bugged me. – Now I will preface this by stating that I have only watched the first five episodes or so of GOT, but I do at some point want to watch it. So the chances of any of it being spoiled are very high, I know this, please don’t feel sorry for me. – But whilst I can easily find the review, I cannot find the way it was originally displayed on the site. Originally the snippet of the review, which I was trying to scroll past, strongly implied that a big character had died. And whilst it didn’t name anyone, was immediately above a photo of a character (the review currently shows the character forlorn and weary, where as my memory of it is of the same character on the ground with their eyes closed), which in turn was above The Guardians spoiler warning. Winner, they’re dead then. Even now, looking at the full article and the way it is now shown, it is hard not to take away from everything above the warning that that character is dead. Just in case you didn’t put two and two together they had an article a week or so later with the title; Game of Thrones algorithm finds ******************* should not have died. Incidentally, I’m not sure I agree with The Guardians reviews of GOT anyway, in that it is essentially a UK news website and yet they put the up the morning after the programmes HBO airing, which is the morning before it’s aired in the UK.

The Radio Times are also not very good with spoilers. At the time of writing I still haven’t seen a huge film from late last year as the highlight of something that I was trying to scroll past gave away a big reveal in the film. The snippet appeared to be falling over itself not to say something, again above a photo that then gave it way, again above the spoiler warning. This bummed me out so much, I then didn’t rush to the cinema to see it. John, this is why. About a week later, knowing what the spoiler was I went and read the article anyway… and it spoiled something else.

News websites in particular seem to take great glee in spoiling plots and revealing things that should come as a surprise. Years ago, I went to the cinema with some friends and one of them kept asking their partner throughout the film questions; “Who is that?” “What are they doing that for?” “What’s going to happen next?” Their partner, far, far, more patient than I would answer some questions but not others. They would however try and reassure them those questions would be answered by the film itself. “But I’d feel happier knowing now.” It’s maybe for these people that the spoilers exist. People who don’t like surprises… or suspense, or drama. I’m certain there must be more people that don’t like spoilers than do though, right?

Spoilers should be put aside somewhere on each website so that can’t accidentally be seen. I know sites have to do everything they can for SEO, to get people to visit in the first place, but they should be more careful. Ruiners. There are much more important things to be concerned about, granted, but if stories are meant to help you escape those things why spoil them?

*incidentally, just to clarify; I do mean articles displayed on news reader apps and RSS feeds, and not displayed on the likes of Krishnan Guru-Murthy.

My fascination: Wyld Stallyns.

It has been over five years since I last wrote about time-travel. So with that in mind I’m going to travel all the way back to 1991 when I was still at school…

This is pretty hazy, but I do know that I actually saw the films the wrong way around. Whilst I think I went see Bogus Journey on a date at the cinema, I definitely know that a few weeks later I saw Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure on VHS at home with my sister Gillian. She had seen it before, and had come to Bill & Ted way before I had. I think though that her interest in it was more to do with actors in it rather than the subject matter. The reason that I want to start back here, and with this film, is that time-travel is inherently nonsense, and this film is nonsense at its best.

When I first watched it, I definitely didn’t notice the paradoxes that they use, I took it as a fun trip through the past with Bill S. Preston Esquire & Ted “Theodore” Logan collecting figures from history to help them with their final history report. It was pretty funny, and it didn’t really appear to take its time-travel too seriously. They even time-travel in a phone box… but unlike the Tardis it was just a phone box, so they are all squashed in there. It is however when we (and they) first see the phone box, and we first meet Rufus who sends them on the adventure in the first place, that we come across the paradoxes that are being used. Although, it’s not until much later on that you realise that that’s what’s going on. On seeing the now past versions of themselves looking at them from the car park of the Circle K. the now present versions of Bill & Ted decide to head out of the phone box and go and talk to themselves. They’ve already had this conversation from the other way around, but can’t quite remember what it was;

“What’ll we say anyway.”

“I dunno… lets find out.”

They then, of course, proceed to have the exact same conversation as before. Whatever happened, happened. Even later when Bill points out that Ted forgot to wind his watch,

“Even though you reminded yourself not to.”

Ted’s response is to remind himself again, even though this will be the first time he’s done it. So whilst Bill & Ted, maybe are not quite there with how this works, we are. Later they go on to mount a jail break by having a conversation about something that they will have to go on to do. And in doing so then seem to get it for themselves… just.

“Ted, good thinking dude. After the report we’ll time travel back to two days ago, steal your dad’s keys, and leave them here.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. How about behind that sign? That way when we get here now, they’ll be waiting for us.” (bends down and picks up the keys) “See?”

“Whoa! Yeah! So after the report we can’t forget to do this, or else it won’t happen. But it did happen.”

And with that it would appear that the film uses the exact same paradoxes as The Time Travellers Wife. The Predestination, and the Ontological paradox*. Two more different stories you could not get, and yet they both have exactly the same grounding. Time-travel only works as a story device when the story-tellers pick the mechanics as to how it’s going to work, and then stick with it. No matter what. I started off by saying that it was inherently nonsense, which it is, but you do need those mechanics (rules) in place to help you suspend your disbelief just the right amount to be carried along with the story.

To be continued…

*The Ontological paradox is probably better known now as the Bootstrap paradox. A casual loop involving information or objects with no point of origin. And some of examples of which I’ll have coming up.

Another fascination: Breaking the fourth wall.

I have no idea why I have such a fascination for this, or where it stems from. In fact I think the first time I was aware of it was in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, but other than thinking he’s talking to us I don’t think I thought too much of it. But now, there are moments that I think it’s clever, funny, quite recently sad, and sometimes so great it makes me cry… even on repeat viewings.

It isn’t always good, some people just appear to get it wrong, and others overuse it. Bizarrely though Deadpool doesn’t. Not least because I wouldn’t tell him if he was, but the context in which it’s used, and the fact that he breaks the fourth wall in a forth wall break, he just makes it work. I think it’s because it helps to show unhinged he is and that he appears to flit between talking to himself, and talking to us, and then the people around him, and you can’t always be sure whom it is that he’s addressing. Miranda however, who ironically uses it far less then Deadpool, did overuse it, and it used to wind me up a little. It maybe that it’s because it was being used to emphasise something funny that had just happened, that I didn’t like it. However, Fleabag got it just right, and the last episode had an example of fourth wall breakage the likes of which I have never seen. Something happened that she was ashamed about, and she couldn’t look at us. She glances up for a moment, but then has to look down. It was a superb piece of writing, an amazing performance, and just downright clever. Why should the interaction only be there when the character wants it to be. That break was silent, it was only a glance, and I think it is when a break is just a look that it is at it best;

The Bandit smiling directly into camera before wheel spinning away after hiding from a passing patrol car. Billy Ray Valentines glance whilst being told that the bacon in a BLT sandwich comes from pork belly. Ed Rooney- Actually, Ed Rooney wins at breaking the fourth wall in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. In a film that is famed for the lead character talking straight to camera, and with two often quoted pieces of dialogue, the best break comes from someone who has set himself up as Ferris’ nemesis. He shows no sign at all that he knows he’s in a film (the only person at all that has acknowledged he audience is Ferris), he’s not been able to catch Ferris skiving, and been pretty much forced to accept a lift on the school bus whilst the credits roll. All the students are staring at him, this is the last place he wants to be, and then he looks down at one of the students books to see ‘Save Ferris,’ scrawled across the cover. What follows next is a look up to the camera that speaks volumes, whilst Ed says nothing at all. Before anything else can happen it cuts to black.

However. My all time favourite fourth wall break comes from a character who never speaks at all. This is the one that is so great, so funny, it makes me cry with laughter. And I think it’s because not only is the character not even human, but made of plasticine, that it makes it even better. It doesn’t make any sense, his eyes aren’t real, he can’t even see the camera. Also, he’s a dog. At the end of The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit, Gromit is battling with Phillip (the bad guys bulldog), in an aeroplane that was stolen from a fairground, whilst trying to get to Wallace. The aeroplane splutters to a halt, and we see the ‘Insert Coins’ light flashing red. Gromit checks his pockets, but doesn’t have the correct change, and then Phillip passes him the shovel he had previously being to trying to attack him with and pulls out an old lady purse. Holding it with both hands close to his chest, he open it and proceeds to look through it for the right coins. It’s at this point that Gromit then looks to the camera and raises his eyebrows. Phillip then finds the coin, inserts it into the slot, and the two continue their fight. I’m sure I shouldn’t find this as funny as I do, but then I do find I’m fascinated by some pretty odd things.

To be continued…

Not so random.

This blog hasn’t been that random of late, and has predominantly been cycling based, but I am going to try to do something about this. The cycle heavy subject matter has been down to that essentially being the only thing thats in my head. When I started posting again at the beginning of March, the reason was to help me unwind at the weekend and to try not think so much about work… the work that I do with bikes, which is all I have been writing about. It did used to be a bit more varied, and I’m going to try drop in a few different subject over the next few weeks.

One thing that I’m keen to write about again is my fascination with time-travel. I have previously written about time-travel films, television, and books. But more importantly those that meant something to me. So with that in mind the one I’m going to start with is going to take me way back to 1991 to when both I and the protagonists of the film were still at school.

Before then however I’m going to write about another something else I’m fascinated by…

Marginal gains.

In my last post I wrote about the fact that the tyres I’m currently using offer increased grip when accelerating and cornering at speed, and that I wasn’t noticing this because of how I’m currently riding. However, that’s not to say that I am not benefiting from what they are doing. They are undoubtedly harder wearing than the two sets of tyres I’d previously used, but just because I haven’t noticed that they offer more grips than the last tyres I used and that I am not using them to their full potential doesn’t meant that I am not seeing a benefit. Would I want to use a tyre that offers less grip? Of course I wouldn’t.

Ceramic bearings is something that I have played with the idea of, and I’ve actually come really close to ordering some jockey wheels. There are loads of stats for ceramic bearings, the majority of which may sound completely beyond how I ride. For example; if I were to change my jockey wheels together with my hub and bottom bracket bearings I could save 9 watts which would equate to a saving of 2 minutes riding at 20 miles an hour over 25 miles… or thereabouts. Replacing just the jockey wheels on their own would save between .5 and 2 watts alone. Depending on what they are replacing, and whose stats you read. Is’s likely that more emphasis is put on jockey wheels as they are the blingy but that everyone can see. However it only seems to makes sense to replace them if you’re also then replacing the BB and hub bearings. I don’t race though, or take part in Time-Trials, so would I really notice a 2 minute saving? Probably not. If that 2 minutes really mattered that much to me I could save that time by not talking to John whilst I ride, but then the ride wouldn’t have been as enjoyable.

However, that reduction in resistance could mean a slight reduction in effort meaning that I can ride for longer or will feel less tired at the end of it. Also with the bearings being 30% harder than their steel equivalents, and that they have a claimed 3-5 times longer life it will mean that the will require replacing less often. Although, I will still have spent more and they require no less maintenance than steel bearings. So in summary; with how I ride in all likelihood I may not notice an increase in speed, and a decrease in times. They may offer a saving in effort on my part, so I should the be able to ride at the same pace for longer. But they will last longer.

In real life you may well not be able to measure any of this, but the one thing that hasn’t been taken into account is something that you will be able to see on any bike nerds face. Their smile when they spin the cranks, jockey wheel, or wheel and see that it just keeps on spinning.

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