A very good Friday

Nailed it.

The Soma Pescadero is in the house!

Also, on the road. We took our maiden voyage this morning, a rolling 20-miler around the Duck! City foothills to see what was what.

And what it was was … an excellent first impression.

The build goes 24.5 pounds, or just under a pound lighter than the New Albion Privateer. The feel is friskier — shorter, shaped chainstays, a skosh less rake, a nicely sporty ride.

The wheels may be a tad burly, but hey, this is Albuquerque; the roads are broken and bad, and I run 38mm tires at low pressures to keep the fillings in my teeth and the teeth in my head.

Drivetrain is nine-speed double for now, 46/30T x 11-32T, and I can see that it’s gonna take a few outings to fine-tune the friction shifting. Not the machinery; my operation of it. The Privateer is seven-speed, so basically I can just slap the shifter and be on the proper cog. Nine cogs want a little more delicacy of touch.

Who knows? I may go to seven-speed on the Pescadero, too. How many cogs does a geezer really need, anyway? Three? One for up, one for down, one for flat. You need more than that? Get an e-bike. Or a car.

And the Paul Components Racer centerpulls? Disco.

First change I make will be the saddle. This Soma Hishou is a perennial stand-in for (and an homage to) a classic Selle Italia Flite, of which I am all out at present. Further purchases may require additional authorization from The Management.

More as we learn it.

In the meantime, the best thing about the Soma Pescadero is that it took what remains of my mind off fascism for 98 refreshing minutes.

Up the (pedal) revolution

Going up. …

Some days, the smashing of the State will just have to wait.

… very, very slowly.

Yesterday was one of them.

The high temp was 83°, which can be something of a shock to the system in April. But we’ve eased into it, starting with 50-something on Monday and jumping up 10 degrees each day.

Shoot, I’ve managed nearly 100 miles so far this week and it ain’t over yet.

Oh, yeah: And in case you think I’ve gone soft on fascism, I’ll have you know that I struck a blow for The People on yesterday’s ride. The gate to La Cueva Picnic Site was closed and locked, but I snuck around it and rode to the top anyway.

¡Venceremos! ¡Sí, sue puede!

Sound and fury, etc.

The agua remains mostly airborne.

It’s a helluva note when you can’t hear the rumbling furnace over the thundering wind.

The sleeping last night was not spectacular, but a quick glance around the yard indicates most of the property remains in place, and we even got a soupçon of rain, so, yay, etc.

Still, as Mr. Waits has taught us:

A man needs his shuteye in these dark, blustery days. You never know when the ICEholes are gonna kick down your door, demand proof that Great-Great-Grampa Conán was in this country legally, air-freight your ass off to a Salvadoran lockup, and lie to a federal judge about it.

Waking involved extra grumpitude because for some reason yesterday I thought it would be smart to ride the 32-pound Co-Motion Divide Rohloff on some narrow, mildly technical, occasionally steep singletrack, and in the opposite direction from the one I normally choose, too.

So there were missed turns and dabs and bad language and this morning I had a minor hitch in my never-too-suave gitalong as I crabwalked to the coffee.

But we’re not hiding in closets from tornadoes like the sis-in-law in Tennessee, or dodging fireballs in the Carolinas like my man Big Nurse, so it’s all good, yeah?

R.I.P., John Neugent

My 1994 DBR Prevail TT with its Neuvation wheelset.

John Neugent has gone west, according to Bicycle Retailer. He was 76.

Like many of us in the bike biz John wore a series of hats. His résumé includes stints at (or with) Sunshine Cycle, Service Cycle, Sachs USA, EV Global, Trico and Schwinn.

Eventually he went consumer direct under his own shingle — Neugent Cycling — and kept in touch with his customers via e-mail newsletter and a YouTube channel that he used as a showcase for his banjo chops and wheelbuilding skills.

John was an affable gent, occasionally mildly retrogrouchy, but without the grouchy bits, and he maintained a certain flexibility as regards the catechism. Here’s an example from a March 2019 edition of his newsletter:

It recently occurred to me that there is a generation, maybe two, who never used friction shifting. The type I grew up with that preceded index shifting, hyperglide, and electric shifting. Any real rider would also have downtube shifting where you needed to take one hand off the bars and bend over enough to reach the downtube. There are no studies done on this, because, in all likelihood, a bike like that made with modern technology would result in a much less expensive, lighter, and, one could argue, better bike. The real problem: They would be less expensive.


Imagine if you might how light a real 10-speed (five in the back and two up front) with downtube shifters and pedals using toe clips would be. Add tubular tires and carbon frames and rims and you are probably well under 10 pounds. Probably even more when you consider how much weight they could save in brakes, derailleurs, chain, sprockets, and anything else. I know there are grand fondos that require the use of bikes like that but they don’t use today’s technology.


At some point they are going to have bikes that pedal themselves. Oh wait, they’ve already done that. They’re called electric bikes and they are the new rage. How come I feel that many steps forward are really steps backward?


If someone presented a post-modern bike like the one I imagine I bet people would look at it with awe in the same way they recently did with single-speed bikes (known as track bikes 50 years ago). True spoke-sniffers like myself are not only dreaming of the possibilities, but are thinking about how to put one together with parts lying around.

John and I emailed back and forth now and then, and I always enjoyed his laid-back perspective on La Velo Nostra. I never got my DBR Prevail TT down to 10 pounds, but it wasn’t the fault of his Neuvation wheelset — I hung on to my heavy STI shifters, nine-speed cassette, clipless pedals, and ti’/chromoly frameset.

Peace to John, his family, friends, and customers. He will be missed.

Haboob! Gesundheit!

And here’s your podium in the 2025 Dust Bowl Derby: Paul Atreides, T.E. Lawrence, and Tom Joad.

The “good” news is, beginning July 1 cyclists in New Mexico can enjoy the infamous “Idaho Stop,” which means they can treat red lights as stop signs and stop signs as yields.

The bad news is, they may not be able to see oncoming motor vehicles through the dust storms.

Just another way to get “dusted” in The Duck! City.