I have not been feeling well the past few weeks-- too boring to go into-- both head and stomach issues, a few spikes of high fever and lower smoldering ones, and very, very low energy.
I have barely ridden at all for nearly two weeks, but last night, I was determined to go to my local outdoor AA meeting about 3.5 miles away, and there was no way I was driving my car there.
My wife was concerned, and my INR was very high Friday, but I skipped my blood thinners Friday night. My guess is that my INR is about 3.5 now when it should be under 3. My plan: Just don't have an accident. (I should have worn my armor, but was too tired to deal with it.)
I launched down the hill, cornering at around 21 or 22 MPH, slower for the blind ones. I need almost no power until I turn East on Franklin Avenue, and at first, traffic is not fast, so I stay in ECO-- I do shut off the power sometimes, just not as frequently as when I was healthy. 20-24 MPH, then a downgrade, where the bike accelerates easily to 28.5 in Tour with only a moderate input from me. This is very different from Mercury, the Marin build with the TSDZ2B, which just really, really couldn't get past 26 MPH except going downhill, and took a lot of work to sustain even 24 MPH. I can maintain 28 MPH with little sprints of 30 MPH so easily on this bike-- even when I'm sick. I'm never giving it more than 60% leg power.
The meeting is a great attitude adjustment; I realize I am actually there for them, not for me. I put some extra money into the hat. I find a young guy who was in a similar line of work to me, earlier in sobriety, pull him aside and say a few friendly and encouraging words; tell him he can have a great life in that business, I know what it's like to have hard-drinking friends. He seems eager to leave, so I let him go. But as I am about to launch out of the parking lot, he shouts, "Thanks, man, ride safe, okay?" I smile. Maybe I broke through a little bit. Maybe he'll remember the quiet old biker in the back next time things start getting weird at a hard-drinking professional event. I realize that's what I wanted, more than anything, in coming here.
On the ride home, I am glad to have the built-in lights, though I sometimes wish the throw was just a bit further; they are pitched to the German standard that avoids blinding other drivers. In fact, it's enough, even at 30 MPH on crap pavement, so someone smarter than me obviously gamed this out. I don't want to go much faster than 30 MPH at night, anyway.
Going this way, there is more total vertical, but one descent is much steeper than any on the outbound leg. As we come over the crest, Nightmare nickers softly... how about it? There are no headlights in any direction. I let her have her head, and she screams through the cool Southern California night between 28 and 30 MPH. I know where the cracks in the pavement are; there's one bad pothole I can't avoid, but the headlights are great, I can see it, and I just lighten up on the bars and the saddle; only the faintest twinge of pain in my hands. When I'm prepared, it's not much a worse jolt than on the eMTB. If I hit that by surprise, of course, it would be much, much worse.
I LOVE the new handlebar/hood PAS remotes; I'm getting used to them, though I sometimes still shift up instead of shifting down. Past Hillhurst, traffic is fast, but the drivers are reasonable. It is like the cars in front and behind me have a tacit agreement to give me space to do whatever it is I'm doing; I just know the guy behind me is not going to do anything crazy. It feels like they are protecting me, weirdly. The speed limit is 25 or 30, no one is riding my rear wheel, all the lights are green. I take the whole lane and accelerate so I've got several car lengths both in front of me and behind me, maintaining a consistent distance; I think we're going about 26 or 27 for about five blocks. I'm glued to the road; it feels like me, the other two cars, and the cool, damp evening breeze are all part of some unspoken, unplanned exercise in gratuitous exhilaration. Not the fastest ride I've ever taken, not by a long shot, just epic in its own small, understated way.
There is one small hill on Franklin; at the top of it, I realize I am slightly winded; the chest cold is not gone at all. When the road opens up to two lanes, I pump up the assist and knock down the speed.
I do not care what the specs say. The Bosch Performance Line SX just has way more usable power than the Tongshen in every possible way. The gearing on Nightmare feels similar to Merccury in that I feel that I do wish I had a larger rear cog on the last and steepest ascent; Mercury's first and second gear were unusable due to the crappy chain line. But there the similarity ends; even given the SX's preference for higher cadence, it provides far more support than the Tongshen. I don't even have to use Turbo, even in my debilitated state, and I don't even use Sport for more than 500 feet total.
And the lack of anything resembling battery fade is deeply appreciated
Full guide. Mercury had a smaller battery, and maybe 20-25% less range, but the last 40%, it just could not deliver the same level of power in high assist as it did for the first 60%.
I do not feel great today, actually-- not that bad, but not that great. But remembering last night's meeting, and ride, is a comforting and healing thought. I'm really glad I went,