Sarcasm, TDU & Bunchies!

Did you know there was a bike race on last week? Neither did I. It was called the Tour Down Under (gauche, I know) and it did so well they reckon they’re going to do it again next year. I thought bike racing happened in the colder months in parks and involved mud and jumping barriers and whatnot, but then again I’m relatively new to this bicycle caper. One thing is for sure, there were a hell of a lot more cyclists on the roads during the tour. Apparently some of them even came from interstate(!). At first I assumed all the extra cyclists were out for some sort of ride-to-work week. Despite all the Hubbards* fronting up to what is seemingly the most prestigious cycling event in the country (After #ADLCrossNats14 – represent!) some of their presentation was, and I say this as an arse sitting behind a computer, somewhat lacking. It starts with the traditional mismatched kit. Just the other day I saw a gentleman sporting a red Specialized jersey and bibs from (the near-ubiquitous) Orica-GreenEDGE kit. Incidentally, is OGE essentially our national team now? Are they our Rabobank? Because if so, I’m keen to start wearing team colours and stand on the corner of a climb acting like a lout. On another note, and I’m not sure if this is an Australian phenomenon, but the trademark bandanna amongst the older male Australian cyclist has always perplexed me. One would think that if a cyclist was given to wearing something under their helmet in the middle of summer, the traditional cycling cap would be an obvious choice. #capsnothats should have been thriving in Australia for decades. Part of me thinks it’s a Marco Pantani thing, but the Australian bandanna is rarely accompanied by hill-killing heroics, so this explanation seems even more unlikely. I also wondered, what with Jens Voigt no longer racing at a professional level and Simon Gerrans a late scratching, who were the Hubbards actually rocking up to watch this year? Perhaps it was some of the foreign pros that came over for the race. You know them, the ones who look good on a bike and don’t struggle to clip in while taking off from the lights. The ones we smile and shake our heads at as they take off on the wrong side of the road on their first day here. It also has to be said that while they’re making us look like crap on local climbs, none of them have paid rego and so where they derive their right to train on our roads is a mystery to me (probably stealing our women too [grumbles]).

 Naturally, the highlight of any Tour Down Under is (what passes for) the queen stage, which this year culminated all over Willunga Hill (twice!). The miscreants at Treadly Bike Shop, the ladies of Fondo Cycling and the dope people at The Rescue Project had organised a ride from Treadly out to Willunga that took in some nice countryside, a couple of hills and thankfully avoided the Hubbard Highway that is the Southern Veloway. Starting a little after 8:00am, it was a ride full of beautiful people and bikes you can’t put magnets on. The early morning denizens of Sad Café provided pastries and tried to keep up with a roadie tsunami of coffee orders. Top folks. The best part of one hundred cyclists left Treadly and struck out for Belair where I realised I’d been kidding myself that I’ve gotten better at climbing hills, and was promptly passed by all and sundry, including several bunches that I’m positive weren’t part of the ride. (Generously) regrouping at the top of the climb, we continued on towards Clarendon, which is preceded by a lovely, if intermittently surfaced descent that I’m proud to say I carved down, following the wheel of a guy called Hot Brad. Leaving Clarendon I was in slightly unfamiliar territory, and it was reassuring to see the Fondo Cyling kits dotted up the road, reassuring me I wasn’t lost. Indeed, those of Fondo Cycling did a great job shepherding the bunch the whole ride down. Also top folks. It wouldn’t be a route mapped out by Sam from Treadly without some stupidly steep climb and/or dirt, and sure enough we hung a left onto Toops Hill Road. Thinking myself every bit as capable as a vintage Tour de France rider (the original Gravel Grinders) I pointed my bike upwards, stood on the pedals for a few revolutions, realised I suck, and tried to unclip before I stalled. I hiked my bike to the first crest, summoned my inner Thomas Voeckler and resolved to gurn the rest of the way up. Aside from the lingering smell of burnt toast, the climb was a blast. The views were lovely and a lot of people seemed to have considerably less trouble on the climb than me. Fun times for all. From there it was pleasant rollers along Range Road all the way to the top of Willunga Hill. Then it was time to get stuck into the San Pell, slip-slop-slap and wait for the racers.

An interesting sense of solace can be derived from watching Pros ride up a hill, and not necessarily the climbing specialists either. I know some people who are really good at riding bikes up hills quickly and often in succession. I know some people who have raced and, reputedly, could have “gone pro”. None of these people are anywhere near as fast as the people I watched. Seeing a pure sprinter like Marcel Kittel practically soft-pedalling up the hill with a smile on his face faster than anyone I’ve ridden with erased any illusions I had about getting faster up hills. Obviously there is a lot of fun to be had caning yourself up a hill, but it is better enjoyed as part of a good route with a bunch of mates old and new like I’d just ridden to ensure a great day out on a bike. Cheers again to Treadly, Fondo Cycling, The Rescue Project, Jenny who gave me some food and water just outside Darlington on the way back, and everyone who came out, rode and chatted. You are what great days on the bike are about.

Same time next year, yeah?

*If you’re inexplicably an international reader (seriously, how did you get here?) Hubbard is what we call a “Fred” in Australia. Yes, you’re right, that is a better name. We think so too.

 

About the author.

Henry Veitch is a slightly overweight self-described “bicycle derelict”. He is as surprised as you are he was invited back for a second tilt at this “blogging” windmill.

 

Custom Build \\ Velo Orange Campeur

Rad little build we did....
Tourer/roadie/commute this bike can do it all!

We love the products that VeloOrange are doing and stock a range of their fenders, bars and stems  - this is the first of their frames we have gotten in - but after building this up we will be getting a couple more in this year fo' sho!

Enjoy!

David Sparshott Cycling Prints

Back by popular demand. 

4 fabulous quality prints available instore or online -  Checkout below.


TREADLY: GAZELLE

Treadly is now stocking a range of Gazelle bicycles!

Built in The Netherlands for over 120 Years.

We currently have all three styles on the floor; Electric, Classic and the Original Toer Populair 8-Speed.

Come past for a spin on the electric - you won't regret it - anything that has a 'turbo mode' is a winner!   

Treadly Adventure Club: The First Adventure

2 days.

200 KM (150+ on gravel)

3000 M Elevation gain

Numbers can say a lot about a ride. They can make it sound ‘epic’ (trademark Rapha – 2004) or they can reduce a ride to data and graphs. They can obscure as much as they represent. It is thankful then that the inaugural Treadly Adventure Club (Est. 2014) ride was a decidedly more casual affair – an overnighter to the Murray River and back, taking in some of the picturesque roads-less-travelled between Adelaide and Mannum. The M.O. was to pack light and enjoy the ride. There was no race. We all go back to work on Tuesday.

 

Day 1

The #Treadlyadventureclub met at Adelaide Railway Station at half-six on Sunday 21st of September, with the intention of catching the first train out to Gawler and riding on from there. There were six of us all up. Sam and Hamish work at Treadly Bike Shop. J.R. builds his own bikes (including two used on the ride). Tannon is a sparky and an academic. Phil I had never met before, but his 80s Look road bike had a 23-tooth small cog, so you can be assured he’s a hero. The train ride took the best part of an hour. Topics discussed included food security and what could be done with disused rolling stock. Occasionally we would talk about bikes.

Upon arriving in Gawler, we got our bearings and rode out of town to a rail trail that transitioned to a rolling mixed-use trail that wound its way up and down alongside the North Para River. The trail deposited us in downtown Tanunda, where we took in lunch at the Linder’s converted barn. The view consisted of a well-maintained garden, a docile cat, and an expansive lawn that backed onto the river. Tunes were supplied by an old portable LP player. Audio fidelity was irrelevant. Fruit, fresh-ground coffee, bacon and egg rolls and German cake were provided gratis. Wine was offered but unanimously declined by the group – the consensus being that the afternoon was already languid enough, and if we started drinking we’d stay there and not bother with the ride.

Well-fed and carb-loaded, we rode out of Tanunda for Mengler Hill – the first proper climb of the ride. It’s easy to paint hill climbing as Sisyphus’ Suffer-fest, but aside from the gradually rising temperature Mengler, and indeed all the other major climbs of the trip, were taken in the stride of the individual cyclist and ridden with élan. The ‘fast’ guys finished when they did and the ‘slow’ guys (raises hand) were never too far behind. The view from the top is worth the climb alone and shortly after the top we were on the first section of dirt for the ride. Already having a penchant for riding unsealed roads, I was happy with the change of surface. Furthermore, my ChroMo juggernaut soaked up the bumps far better than J.R. and Hamish’s spritely road bikes which I had been oh so jealous of minutes before on the climb.

The gravel roads took us further away from civilization and cars, and closer to nature and the spectacular scenery that we often take for granted (or overlook entirely) in SA. Shortly after hitting the gravel we were followed along the side of the road by a juvenile grey kangaroo, who seemed to enjoy trying to keep pace with the gently descending bunch. Undeterred by a tumble into an overgrown ditch, it shortly re-joined us on the other side of the road. It was around this point that the group settled into the pace it would maintain for the rest of the day – not slow, but hardly a team time trial either. Unsuccessful attempts to ride through farms and smiling at stink-eyed denizens of Eden Valley were punctuated by stops to eat and photograph sleepy lizards (and bikes). Sticking to the unsealed roads ensured the surroundings and the riding remained engaging. Peggy’s Hill road contains pretty much every variety of unsealed surface found between snow and lava. Rathjen Gap was actually like riding on Mars. Long Gully Road was more relentless than slightly-downhill hardpack has any right to be. Turns out bore water tastes like arse.

After what felt like the longest “almost there” in history, we arrived in Mannum and promptly located a supermarket to replenish with ice cream and San Pellgrino. Winding our way down towards our accommodation, we gleaned more than a few sideways glances from the locals, what with our dusty visages and stretchy euro clothes. Made us feel a bit like cowboys. Accommodation obtained, we parked our bikes on the upstairs verandah of the Mannum Hotel and changed for dinner. Sam went for a swim. We also met up with Dean. Dean was supposed to be our seventh rider. He managed to get the first train to Gawler (we ended up on the second) and made his own way to Mannum. He got up before any of us on day 2 and presumably made his own way back to Adelaide as well. Dinner was at the Pretoria Hotel, where Sam made a small profit thanks to a greyhound that could run faster than other greyhounds. I turned in early and presumably missed Sam shouting cognac and cigars courtesy of his winnings.

 

Day 2

If the first day was characterised by rolling down through valleys to the river, then the second was all about gently punching our way back up to the Adelaide Hills. Day two was warmer, but the winds were also stronger, so once we were rolling we were saved from the worst of the heat. 80kph roads and the best/worst false flat ever brought us out of Mannum and back onto sweet vitamin G. The first ‘location’ we passed was a ‘town’ called Tektro errr I mean Tepko. This place (“like someone’s memory of a town”) consisted of little more than an ex-railway, a farmhouse (possibly inhabited) and livestock pasture. Perhaps a train used to stop here once…

Leaving Tektro, we slowly wound our way uphill. Did you know photographing old buildings on a bike ride is called #Fobblin? Neither did I, but it’s as much fun as it sounds (a lot). The group stopped at the top of a rise to ‘gram and feed. Phil had his first taste of energy gel and the long grass actually looked like a green ocean. We stopped to climb a rocky outcrop in the middle of someone’s paddock to take group photos and J.R. got to learn how to operate his camera via remote control.

The next part of the ride was up an old stock track through an abandoned farm the other side of Rockleigh. It was the hottest part of the day and the road was one of the steepest of the whole weekend. 20-something degrees felt like 30-somehting. Rocks felt like mountains. The mind goes to a different place and you find yourself grinding uphill somewhere between Simeon Stylites and Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. This climb is burned more vividly into my memory than any other part of the weekend – an absolute highlight. A giant gum tree, a dam and one helluva view of Mount Beevor were the rewards at the top of the climb. SlipSlopSlap, a damp casquette and quick dip for J.R. and we we’re on our way again. Also, unlike bore water, dam water is perfectly potable. Aside from an encounter with a 6 foot ‘roo in what could best be described as an ‘attack crouch’ it was steady rolling through back paddocks for all. “What’s the word of the day?” “How’s J.R.’s carbon holding up?” “Is Hamish getting his 4G?” A laugh a mile.

The other side of Tungkillo saw the only “I think we were meant to turn back there” moment of the trip. A route diversion, a double-back and a shortage of water saw the Treadly Adventure Club looking for the quickest route to Mt. Torrens we could find. After a quick flat repair, necessitated by someone too cheap to throw away burnt-out tires, we were on a quick (paved!) descent into Mt Torrens to top up our water and glucose. A peek at a vintage bike in a storefront and it was uphill again to get onto the Amy Gillett Bikeway. After two days of almost exclusive gravel, the bikeway was a second wind afforded by infrastructure. Phil said it was like riding a travelator. He would know – he was in the drops and pushing the big ring all the way down to Charleston.

Sam’s lie about the route being “all downhill” til Little Italy was quickly exposed outside of Charleston, where we punched uphill again to meet Woodside Road to take us to Lobethal at or around the time school knocked off (oh bugger, cars. Remember those..?) Last food for the day at the bakery and it was up hill to Mawson Road. Special mention must go the Maniacal Magpie of Mawson Road, who flew into my head eight times and managed to knock my sunglasses off twice. I made sure to stop and shout at it as I didn’t want it to think I was riding away purely because of its attacks.

The bunch regrouped and were making more than acceptable time through Forrest range until J.R. decided to pull a whip-skid down a dirt track.

BANG.

A line of black rubber and a shredded Vittoria were the reward for J.R. getting some #braaap. Unlike my flat caused by not replacing too-far-gone out tires, J.R. had managed to shred a new tire, as well as the tube. Some creative tire booting and a few attempts at getting the tire and tube to stay up were punctuated by conversation about how good the skid and subsequent detonation were - end result notwithstanding.

Tire repaired and spirits rejuvenated, we headed down Blockers Road, which is actually quite pleasant to go down. Sam stopped to pick some flowers. Turns out “Road Closed” sighs have almost no implications for the bicycle. Knott’s Hill/Pound Road was dispatched at each riders own pace. The cooler afternoon, the separation from other riders and the knowledge that home was just a Norton Summit away made for a nice moment to contemplate the weekend, where we’d been and what we’d seen. Turns out there’s a waterfall there too. The descent down Norton Summit Road was the last bit of fun before we went our separate ways and began the grind through the burbs to get home. It was warmer at sea level and it took a few blocks to get used to traffic and red lights again I said goodbye to Tannon a few blocks from mine, and rolled through the empty backstreets, pleasantly distracted by memories of the weekend and plans to do it all again somewhere else sometime soon.

 

Overall, the inaugural Treadly Adventure Club ride could be considered an outstanding success and, personally, was an enlightening and eye-opening experience. A massive thank you has to go to Sam and Hamish for planning the thing, the Mannum Hotel for graciously accommodating us and our bikes, and the Linders for putting on the literally wonderful lunch on day one. With a little preparation, what we did is entirely possible for anyone else to do and it would behove you to visit the lesser-seen parts of this wonderful state by bicycle.

Join the Club.

 

About the author.

Henry Veitch is a slightly overweight self-described “bicycle derelict”. He enjoys shoehorning bikes and daytime drinking into almost every social activity he involves himself in.

Luke's Surly Cross Check

Customer seeking a single speed bike to commute on as well as having the potential for that little bit more.
We came up with Surly Cross Check frame set with some nice bits of Sram upfront finished off with a beautiful combination of Brooks leather bar tape and a Cambium Saddle.

RIDE HEAPS.
Treadly.

All City Nature Boy

Custom Build: All City Nature Boy frame with Enve forks and handlebars combined with White Industry hubs laced to H+ Son rims finished with a touch of SRAM. This is one fine build.


THE STEEZ

Treadly's life on Ebenezer Place. 

Brought to you by http://www.southaustralia.com Ebenezer Place in Adelaide through the eyes of local filmmakers Adam Forte and Tim Standing from Daylight Breaks, as part of the Through Local Eyes film project. Ebenezer Place in Adelaide's East End definitely has a certain vibe to it.

Cinelli Pre-order now available.

Treadly is now taking Pre-orders for the new Mash Histogram and Parallax, Vigorelli and Gazetta Della Strada to arrive late February. Checkout our web shop for more details.

 

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All things BROMPTON

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UPCOMING EVENTS:
24th January \\ Treadly will be leading a causal ride heading to Mylor to watch the Tour. Meet at the shop for coffee at 9.30am rolling out at 10. All welcome!
 

Christmas Touring

A couple of beautiful Touring bikes we have built up here at Treadly.

This Cannondale is on its way to Tasmania for some festive touring, safe riding and enjoy it for us all Wally!   

Lezyne Restock

Full restock of all the good things from lezyne. Pumps, tyre levers, patches, multitools - come past and pick up one of our EH works x lezyne tool rolls, conveniently filled with all the tools you will need on the road!

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Brompton now at Treadly!

The beautiful bespoke British folding bicycle has arrived on Ebenezer!

Treadly Bike Shop is proud to announce that we are now the official Brompton dealer in Adelaide.

Pop in and test ride one of the Brompton's now in store.

Veloposter x Treadly

Our friends at Veloposter have designed us a limited edition poster of all things Treadly Orange - including a cap that hopefully will be in production in the new year!

Posters in store now, limited run, so come past soon!

See more of Veloposters work here.

A Sunday In ADL

A quick little edit from a rider of the Boucle De Burbs on Sunday.  

We had 300 rider enjoy a stunning day riding through ADL's backstreets and laneways.  

Photo's of the days event to come.  

 

Ride Heaps! 

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BDB 2013 REGISTRATION IS NOW CLOSED

With only a week to go, the BOUCLE De BURBS has passed the 250 rider mark, more than doubling the attendance of last years event.

REGISTRATION IS NOW CLOSED!

Treadly will post a digital map on the events page this week, so you can organise your pit stops for the suburban adventure.  

You will soon recieve your event ticket via email. Please print it out or save it to your smart phone for collection of your BDB musette on the day. Included is a map to aid in navigation, 600ml of H20 for hydration, and some complimentary glucose for pep! 

Again, if you have registered more than one rider in the one transaction please notify us of the other riders details at info@treadlybikeshop.com.au so that we can supply them with their ticket for the day.

Ride Heaps!

Treadly.

#BoucleDeBurbs

 

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Surly on friday...

It's ok, nearly the weekend! Marty will be happy riding this pushie. 

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Surly CrossCheck SS

Brooks  

Ritchey  

H+SON

MIche

Phil Wood  

Mike Giant

BOUCLE De BURBS - 16 days to GO!

With only a couple of weeks to go, the BOUCLE De BURBS is over the 200 rider mark. Double the amount on last years event. Treadly is capping the amount of riders at 250, so if you or your friends have haven't registered yet. Get on it! 

Click Here... 

Treadly will post a digital map on the events page closer to the date, so you can organise your stops and suburban adventure.  

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Gios Spazio vs BOUCLE

This sweet whip is up for grabs at the BOUCLE De BURBS!

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Remember kids under 12 ride for only $5. Fun for the whole family. Use "BOUCLEKIDS" as a discount code.