As it happens, prior to the bike's arrival my son had been pestering me for a cyclocross bike. Quite honestly I'm not sure how he even learned about cyclocross--I mean I guess I must have explained it to him at some point but I don't really remember. Anyway, whatever I said must have stuck, because on our short rides around the neighborhood he'd practice dismounting and remounting his mountain bike and going on about how he wanted a real cyclocross bike. As you can imagine, he was rather excited when the genuine article arrived. (Not nearly as excited as he is about anything Nintendo-related, I'm not gonna lie, but still excited.) Subsequent to its arrival, we've ridden it to the zoo and other places, but he had yet to partake in any actual cyclocross.
That finally changed yesterday. Once September rolled around I headed over to BikeReg to see if there were any area cyclocross events that included kids' races, and in fact it turned out there was a training series about an hour's drive north of us put on by Pawling Cycle and Sport that looked like it would fit the bill. (Spoiler alert: it did fit the bill and I recommend it.) So early yesterday morning we loaded up the Wagon Queen Family Truckster and hit the road.
Of course now that I'm a born-again Fred I had to race too. There once was a time when I raced the cyclocrossing often:
(I should attribute this photo, but I've long forgotten the source.)
However, with young kids it became very difficult to justify driving many hours just to suck at racing bikes for 45 minutes, and the last time I wrestled myself into a skinsuit was probably like eight years ago or something. In fact, at this particular juncture in time I don't even have a cyclocross bike. I do, however, have a Jones SWB Complete, and you may recall Mr. Jones himself using one for the cyclocrossing in his video about the bike:
(Guy in the blue is like, "I just wanna play volleyball!")
Since seeing that video I'd been wondering how the SWB would do as a cyclocross bike, and I figured a low-key training race behind a bike shop in Putnam County was a perfect opportunity to find out.
It was also a perfect opportunity to bust out the SuperClamp EX 2 again, and I had no problem hauling both bikes despite the considerable size difference:
While this is only like my third trip with the hitch rack I think I'm ready to say I prefer it to the roof rack. Even though I have to attach and remove it for every trip it's still less of a hassle than removing wheels and so forth, especially when multiple bikes are involved.
Once I'd removed the saddlebag, handlebar purse, and bottle cage (though I'm not sure why I bothered as it wasn't like I was going to be shouldering the bike) from the Jones I was ready to...well, if not race, at least ride around the course briskly:
Of course New York isn't Portland:
But I was heartened to find there were lots of kids there ready to race--including my son, who enjoyed himself considerably, and who rode with aplomb thanks to his mother's genes because I can't imagine mine were any help:
The sartorial choice however was all mine. I personally find the hockey-jersey-and-sweatpants to be very SSCXWC-chic, but after seeing some of the more kitted-out kids now he wants proper cycling clothes.
Oy.
After his race it was my turn. Between being mostly there for my son and the casual nature of the event I hadn't really even given the race much thought, but as soon as I was out on the course it all came back to me: the whole "Wow this hurts! What was I thinking?" thing after which you eventually find something resembling a rhythm, followed by that post-race elation that makes you want to do it all over again for some reason. It really is riding bikes distilled.
As for the Jones, not only did it make for a great substitute cyclocross bike, but I'd say that for this particular race it was possibly better than a cyclocross bike. This was not one of those courses with long paved sections or with sections requiring you to shoulder the bike. (You'd be hard-pressed to shoulder the Jones.) Basically it was a bunch of grassy hairpins and a woodsy section out back. On the grassy hairpins the big fat tires stuck to the course like Velcro, in the woods I just floated, and I could ride up the railroad tie steps everyone else had to run. The bars were also surprisingly well-suited to cyclocross: I put my hands out front on the straightaways, I had plenty of width for cornering, and despite said width the sweep kept me from clipping the trees. Also, as I mentioned before, the bike is very nimble in general, and my only complaint was that it was heavy to lift over the barriers--and it didn't get any lighter as the race went on. (Though this was the only time I felt aware of the bike's weight.)
And no, I didn't attempt to hop the barriers, because I didn't feel the need to embarrass myself any more than I already was.
Not only did using the bike this way give me a whole new appreciation for it, but I also found myself thinking how ironic it is that the popularity of cyclocross kind of jump-started the whole fatter tires on bikes thing--yet the one discipline of cycling that still insists on narrow tires is cyclocross.
Go figure.
All that notwithstanding, this is ostensibly a review of the Islabikes Luath 24. In this context dorking out over tire width is silly. Would a child be faster on the kiddie version of a "plus" bike? Who the hell cares? Really, this is a bike to teach an interested kid about "classical" drop-bar riding, whether that's road riding, cyclocross, or just the joy of going down a hill while tucked into the drops. For that it's perfect. It's got a single-ring drivetrain, top-mount brake levers, cantis, bottle and fender mounts... The only thing I'd bother to change is the bar tape, which is kind of cheap and harsh. However, being lazy I just bought him gloves instead, and being a kid he's way into wearing the gloves because it's more gear, so problem solved.
As for the price, $800 is a lot to spend for a kid's bike (or a kid's anything), and of course a kid can discover the joys of road riding or cyclocross or whatever on pretty much any bike. Still, it's a very fine specimen, and you can always amortize it by having more kids. (Or, you could save even more money on kid's bikes by not having any kids.)
Anyway, once we were both finished destroying the course with our massive power output we racked up the bikes and headed back to the uppermost borough:
Where son left father to unload all the gear:
Typical.
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