The past 3 weekends have not been easy to fit in a ride. I’ve put on 2.5kg as a result. My first ride in 3 weeks was going to be a bit hard, I thought, especially since I was riding with my colleague Ed who has a few KOM on Strava to his name. The cold morning and forecast high temperature was a challenge too. Fingerless gloves seemed a good idea but the temperature didn’t rise despite the bright sunshine.
I arrived 20 minutes early to the rendezvous and the prospect of getting sitting still and chilling wasn’t appealing I rode a lap of Northbourne Ave and returned at 0700 not much warmer. A nice climb to the Sutton Turn-off and back to Dickson for breakfast. A moderate ride with plenty of PRs for me I’d put many of the PRs down to maintaining a steady pace and high cadence.
Mountain bike seating position
I was professionally fitted for my road bike but my mountain bike was just the biggest one they had. This year I’ve made little adjustments every few weeks and mostly realised benefits almost immediately. But it was a mystery why my saddle was all of the way back. I easily mono-ed up several steps on a long climb, nonchalantly riding in the saddle and lifting the front wheel with ease. When I got home I noticed the position of the seat and the obvious leverage it would have given me.
But I was struggling with flat turns and berms and never seemed to keep the right line. Either the front tyre would have low grip or I’d steer too much and have constantly correct. I would often put a foot down to keep upright.
A colleague who happens to be a level 2 cycling coach said that I had to get more weight onto the front tyre to get the grip. It seems sensible but at the same time frightening.
So I prepped the bike for this morning’s ride by putting the saddle in the middle of its rails, about 30mm forward.
I instantly found grip on the corners that I had been washing out on during previous rides. Even the very dry and dusty conditions weren’t affecting my grip. I could hit every flat turn and berm with confidence and a certain impunity, gliding through corners with a bit of speed.
Make small adjustments and leave time to adjust to them; that’s always been my watchword