Leatherman._He’s our sixth man off of the bench. He can’t guarantee success, but he sure does prevent a whole lot of failures. We met in Anchorage; he was a well-made American tool in our loving American family who was ready to travel the world. We first became acquainted after we forgot to purchase a can opener and were forced to crudely hack at a tin lid with our new friend to survive outside of Denali. It was love at first opened can of chicken. Leatherman doesn’t complain, doesn’t smell, doesn’t bend, doesn’t break, doesn’t rust, doesn’t wear out, and doesn’t pilfer my secret stashes of food, unlike just about everything else involved in Bound South. Leatherman is the overqualified corporate leader, while we are some cheap imitation of The Office. He possesses countless utility and skills and tools; we frantically call upon him to save our lives with just the knife and the pliers. Perhaps we’ll finally use the corkscrew in Ushuaia. Or cut some firewood in Patagonia. Leatherman is the chicken, we are the egg. Leatherman is the cart, we are the horse. Leatherman will return from Argentina as he always is: sterling, silver, and handsome. We will return from this trip emaciated, bilingual, and with embarrassing tan lines and some good stories. Most of those stories won’t mention Leatherman directly. Made-In-The-USA, Stainless Steel, Infinite-Utility, Multi-Tool-We’ll-Never-Lose-Leatherman, today is your day.
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Our_Surly_bicycles attract a lot of attention, which can be attributed to both their “Agent Orange” paintjobs, the brightly colored Ortlieb bags that hang from them, and the gringos riding them. A while ago we struck up a conversation with an employee of a grocery store who was moving carts in the parking lot. He noticed our bicycles and asked about them. At one point I was describing how protective we were of our steeds. “These bicycles are our lives for a year.” And it is true.
Our wheels get a lot of attention as well, mainly because at first glance they appear like single-speed bicycle wheels. Once you look closer, however, you notice the cable housings for the shifting mechanism and the oversized rear hub. Enter the magic of the Rohloff: 14 speeds in an internally geared hub. These German Schätzchen of ours get the job done, transporting us and our gear reliably, smoothly, durably, and as fast as our legs can handle. Neil at Cycle Monkey took care of our Rohloff wheel build in California, assembling purpose-built wheels for our rugged expedition touring. The Rohloff disc-compatible rear hub was paired with a Phil Wood disc-compatible hub on the front wheel, all laced with 32 strong spokes to Velocity’s Cliffhanger rims.
Let me indulge my inner bicycle nerd and explain to you what I love about these wheels.
- Discs. Disc brakes aren’t as sexy as rim brakes, but they work perfectly in all conditions. They are strong. The Avid BB7 brake pads last an eternity. The rim experiences no wear from braking, and the bike stays cleaner. Better yet, with the Troll, you can use disc brakes and fenders and racks simultaneously.
- Maintenance. Or rather, the lack thereof. This stuff just works. Our Rohloff runs a perfectly straight chainline from front chainring to rear cog. Our Trolls have a strong, long-lasting chain that never has to be shifted. We set the chain tension and oil/clean the chain every few days. We change the oil of the Rohloff hub every 5,000 miles. The chain and cog, like all good singlespeed combinations, last longer and stay cleaner and are cheaper to replace than conventional chains and cassettes. After riding your bicycle all day, it is hard to describe what a luxury it is to not have to do any significant work on your bicycle. It just works.
- Performance. Riding these wheels rocks. The Rohloff has 14 evenly spaced gear ratios that enable us to crawl uphill with our heavy bags and fly down the other side of mountains without serious compromises. The shifting always works, and with all of the indexing in the sealed rear hub, never has to be adjusted and only gets better with time. A Rohloff is hub is a portly replacement for conventional derailleurs and other parts; but it’s worth its extra weight in gold.
- Durability. These wheels marry functionality to insane durability. They pay a price in weight, to be sure; but on a Pan-American bicycle expedition there isn’t anyone counting the grams. These wheels are very strong, such that we feel confident even on rocks, single-track, cobblestones, and dirt roads at speed. The Rohloff has huge hub flanges laced symmetrically to the rear rim; the result is a wheel twice as strong as a traditional, off-set rear wheel even with extra spokes to compensate. There are no derailleurs or guides to bend or fail. Even if our cables were cut, the hub can be shifted manually with an allen wrench. Velocity rims have a proven and well-deserved reputation for quality.
- Simplicity. The Germans put a bunch of complex engineering into a very simple final product. A simple twist of the wrist is all it takes to shift up or down with perfect reliability. There is one chain, one cog, and one chainring to worry about. You can shift gears without pedaling, or while standing still.
- The best bicycle is the one you forget about as soon as you hop on. Ideally there is nothing to distract from or diminish the ride. That is how I feel about our wheels. They aren’t cheap, but they just work. I plan on enjoying the functionality, durability, simplicity, and craftsmanship of these wheels for the rest of my life.
Surly_is_a_pretty cool company. They make bikes, really good bikes, bikes built out of chromoly with strong welds and good character. Just ask a guy named Troll. We all chose the bike named Troll for Bound South and have built three of them nearly identically to one another. Yet we have all developed individual relationships with our bicycles and our gear since leaving Alaska. Bicycle touring is certainly not all about this equipment; there are many tourists who could probably get by on used hybrid bikes and backpacks. One has to keep everything in perspective and take nothing for granted. We are thankful everyday for what we have: a superb bicycle and three bags of stuff each. This post marks the first step in a series chronicling all the stuff of Bound South that you usually just glimpse in pictures; the Trolls, the trinkets, the tools, the tent, the luxuries and the immense satisfaction that comes when the little things don’t let you down.
The bikes are a natural place to begin. If our Trolls could be personified, they would be much like Surly’s officially unofficial spokesman: they are honest, unusual, they ride lots, and they do great with laughter. Within a few days of leaving Alaska, I had christened my Troll Angus. There was no real reason, except that I was raised on a farm-and-ranch, love a good steak, and thought that the name suited my bicycle. My day begins with “Good morning, Angus, today seems like a good day to kick butt, don’t you think so?” This bicycle is a tractor with panache. It can do just about anything. I do have another bicycle at home, though. To be completely honest I have three but I don’t like to dig too deeply into the ugly details of my addiction. Don’t tell Angus. We’ll focus for now on my Lieutenant, my go-fast bike, my pretty little thing that weighs 17 lbs and speaks Campagnolo. It’s my Giant TCR Advanced road racing bike that I picked up after my Bianchi cracked.
If I want to race or to fly around the roads on a training ride, my Giant is my dream bicycle. If I want to get groceries, it’s like a Ferrari with no trunk. Before Bound South, I had never seriously ridden anything other than a road racing bicycle. The zen of skinny tires and humming pacelines was all I knew. When I first took a ride with Angus that fateful day in Fargo, ND, I was admittedly a little bit hesitant. Angus is heavy. Angus rolls a little slower with big, heavy, fat, bulletproof Schwalbe Marathon tires. Angus is designed to be flicked around dirt singletrack like its brother the Surly’s 1×1. Unloaded, Angus can be twitchy on the road due to its dirt-optimized geometry. He behaves very nicely on pavement and dirt while loaded. What can I say? Angus possessed everything we needed to ride from Alaska to Argentina and he could carry it with class. Angus was a new friend yet somehow also the bicycle I’ve known my entire life. Angus represents a beautiful marriage of theory and practice; he is a chromoly touring bike that can run sturdy Surly racks, bombproof disc brakes, broad fenders, fat tires, and God’s uber-German-bicycle-gift to man: the Rohloff. Angus forced me to reconsider what I could expect of a bicycle.
Angus and other bicycles like him represent an idea that I find intoxicating. That idea is that bicycles shouldn’t be limited. If your bicycle is only a weekend exercise machine that has your back screaming in an uncomfortable position, chances are that it will hang dusty and unused. If your bicycle is only a rusted commuter with no brakes that risks your life with every cross-campus trek, it probably won’t last long before it hits the trash heap. Angus would have me believe in the celebration of form and function; that a bicycle can be your beautiful commuter, your grocery store getaway, and your trail explorer or bicycle camper on the weekends. Or maybe it can take you all the way to Argentina, if you’ve got the legs and the will and the time to let it take you there.
A few people really get this, and with any luck they’ll shake up the world and get more of it back onto a bicycle. It seems a world away, but I think of our past photography presentations at Bend Velo in Bend, Oregon and Velocult in San Diego, CA. These were highlights of our journey through the United States where we stopped at a bicycle shop, put our photography on a screen, and met the local cycling community. We shared our story and learned more about the places we were traveling through. These were shops where the owners really got it. Too many people have forgotten what makes bicycles so powerful and so functional and so beautiful: they become intertwined with our everyday lives. Here’s to hoping that shops like this can thrive and make a difference.
As for Angus, we’ll be hopelessly intertwined for a very long time. Assuming Angus doesn’t die or run away, he’ll be around for the rest of my life, serving as my faithful companion through hardship and illuminating new horizons with every turn of his wheels.