For singers and pianists interested in the art song repertoire, this is a list of those compositions for voice and piano, from the 1900-1999 era, which are still.
- The author wishes to acknowledge the significant aid of Bob Burns in providing information and photographs in the preparation of this profile.
- The Cycle of Revenge trope as used in popular culture. This trope, which happens a lot in the less idealistic revenge stories (insofar as revenge stories can
Classic Cycle Bainbridge Island Kitsap County. Winter Overhaul Special. Your bike will be in experienced hands. You want to be out riding, and you can’t do that when your bike is in the shop!
It’s the winter now. Overhaul the hubs, bottom bracket, headset, and suspension pivots. We’ll clean the drivetrain in our solvent tank, we’ll adjust the brakes and gears, even do fresh handlebar tape. There will also be snacks and refreshments.
November 1. 9th: Life on the Pro Tour. November 1. 9th. 2. Bike. Snob. NYC visits BIBack in June we were proud to be visited by one of the sharpest writers and funniest comedians in the two- wheeled world (a dubious distinction for certain). Here in his own words and photos, we present to you Bike. Snob. NYC’s Bainbridge sojourn: BSNYC Road Jernel Part IV: Classic Cycle!
Back in June I went on a teeny little mini micro- tour of the West Coast in support of my new book, which I chronicled in a series of critically- acclaimed “Road Jernel” posts: Part I is here; Part II is here; Part III is here. Oh, did I mention I have a new book? For all I know Bremerton is lovely–though it’s more fun to think of it as an abject hellhole, and that’s what I’m going to do until I see it with my own eyes. Anyway, I did manage to get on the right boat–which I attribute less to my navigational savvy and more to the giant sandwich boards that said “BAINBRIDGE ISLAND” complete with directional arrows that were all over the ferry landing–at which point a crewmember instructed me to tie my bike to the railing: This caused me considerable anxiety, because as a terminal landlubber I don’t know the first thing about nautical knots. Should I make the “buntline hitch?”Or perhaps the trusty “double overhand stopper?”Alas I had no idea, so I just went with a simple “dog owner running in for a cup of coffee” knot and hoped the thing wouldn’t roll out to sea. Upon my arrival I found some of my fellow passengers bravely fighting the powerful wind and marveling at what I assume are the Olympic Mountains in the distance: “I’m king of the FREEEDS!” I shouted: Then I headed back to the other end of the boat (that’s the stern, I was clearly ready to become a sailor now) and shot Seattle another parting glance: And then I headed to the galley for a snack: Alas, the pretzels were not ready: Which was too bad, because we were almost at Bainbridge Island: When you disembark from the ferry at Bainbridge Island all you’ve got to do to get to Classic Cycle is walk straight and then hang a right, and if that’s too hard for you there are also more sandwich boards to point you in the right direction: And before I knew it there it was, the object of my quest, proud but welcoming and wearing a hat made from condos: Classic Cycle! At this point you may be wondering whether Classic Cycle is a bike shop or a bike museum, and the answer to this is an emphatic YES.
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For while it is indeed your full- service friendly neighborhood bike shop, it is also a living shrine containing a fascinating array of cycling artifacts: As well as a velvet painting of human rights paradigm Eddy Merckx: Indeed, when you step into Classic Cycle your eyes will practically spin around inside your head at an incredibly high cadence–not all slow like if you were pushing this gigantic chainring: Furthermore, no matter where your eyes finally do alight you will find something engrossing: And seemingly every cycling discipline, era, and region is represented: Indeed, if you’re a lifelong bike lover there’s undoubtedly something in here that will stir some long- dormant longing from your childhood, and for me it was this green Haro Master in mint condition: Bernard Hinault’s jersey may have been hanging right beside it, but that was just a run- of- the- mill schmatta next to the bike of my adolescent dreams. Alas, while I did have a Haro, it was merely the modest FST model: One can imagine how much more successful I’d have been in cycling and in life if only I’d had access to the Master. Of course, anybody can fill a building with a bunch of old bike stuff and call it a museum, but what makes Classic Cycle’s museum truly great is: 1) The exhibit is incorporated into the merchandise, so it feels less like a museum and more like the world’s most interesting bike shop; 2) The delightful curatorial flourishes of Paul (co- owner, along with Jaime), seen for instance in his presentation of this azure relic: Which sports a notable accessory: And of course Classic Cycle is a living, breathing bike shop (one of America’s best according to the National Bicycle Dealers Association) as well as a museum, but even in that respect there’s a sense of history, for in addition to new bicycles they also sell restored and/or updated classic bikes: Not to mention the finest in cycling literature: I can only hope that one day I too warrant such a lengthy disclaimer: In any case, my visit to Classic Cycle was over far too soon, for I had to return to the mainland. But if you find yourself in Seattle and you don’t make a side trip to Bainbridge Island to visit the bike museum then you should probably spend an hour our two staring into a light box because you may already be experiencing the first symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Just make sure to brush up on your knots first.
Sign the guest book if you go, and tell Paul and Jaime I said hi. For more of Bike. Snob. NYC, check out his blog here: http: //bikesnobnyc. Movie Night Saturday March 5th.
Saturday March 5th 6: 3. Island Center Hall. The Gear Grinders mountain bike club is having a fundraiser. They’re screening the movie “Unreal” at the Island Center Hall on Miller Bay road. Steel tubing is a rare sight compared with the amount of carbon fiber littered about the showroom floor.
Bikes utilize hydraulic fluid to activate disc brakes, and modern suspension keeps the tires on the trail. Once clunky mechanical contraptions, derailleurs are now sleek and smooth, some with battery- operated electronics controlling the action. These days you can get a couple dozen gear choices all operated by push buttons. The Osgear, fully known as the Constrictor Osgear Super Champion was named after the designer Oscar Egg, a famous Swiss- French cyclist from the era. In order to use the gears, the rider would simply reach down to the lever and move it forward, releasing some of the chain tension. Sometimes known as the suicide shifter.
The double lever Cambio- Corsa shifter. In the middle of the last century there were a few missteps as well as leaps forward. If you can imagine holding a pen over a piece of paper, and writing by moving the paper underneath it, you can understand the limitations of this system. The first version, the Cambio Corsa, had two levers managing this action, and care had to be taken not to lose the wheel out of the dropouts.
The difference between a low and a high gear could mean only a few teeth on a chain ring. Today you can get a bike with 3. We have electronic derailleurs from Japanese and Italian companies as well as. We take indexed shifting for granted, and demand that controls are placed right at our fingertips. All of this precision is expected today, along with knee- friendly gear ratios spanning dozens of chainring teeth. Puncture- resistant road tires for doing the work- week commute.
Up at 5, on the road at 7. Plenty of people expressed amazement at seeing something so old still rolling.
I briefly took refuge in a tractor. The bike held up through 1. The front wheel almost fell off, but I caught it before the bolt was on its final threads. I think the seat springs lost a bolt, and I chipped and scraped off a lot of paint. The old coaster brake did end up smoking.
I cooled it down with some hail, and dropped in oil every mile or so on the long downhill. Not sure how I placed. Somewhere in the middle, I guess. Also, I did not drink whiskey at the first rest stop, thinking I needed to stay sharp for the downhill. Apparently, you get bonus points for drinking booze! There is no one saddle that is the best, or the most comfortable for every body.