
So I arrived at the levee this morning and was immediately assaulted with accusations of blatant "surging" during yesterday's ride. That was a surprise, because from my perspective I thought I was taking rather short and shoddy pulls into the crosswind. OTOH, you can't surge if you're not on the front, right? Well, anyway, this morning was a nice easy recovery day, and pretty much everybody seemed to be in agreement on that fine point. Rob, who has been AOL for the last week or so due to a little IT Band problem, was there with his Powercranks. He hadn't seen me on the Orbea yet, and once we got started he took one look and said "your saddle's too low." Ordinarily I might not have paid much attention to that, but as it happens I had been fooling with the seatpost clamp late last night, so I put that one on my to-do list. The sky was still grey and depressing today, and the mood kind of spilled over to the ride. We spent a lot of time just riding silently in an easy paceline. Well, except for me, that is. You see, I was behind Rob most of the way back, and if you've ever been behind someone riding PowerCranks, you know what I mean! I still can't get used to it when they put *both* feet straight down to coast. That's just wrong!

So after this morning's ride I got out the tape measure and plumb bob (in this case a string with an old spark plug socket hanging from the end) again to double-check the saddle position on the Orbea. It was definitely more than a few millimeters too low and just a tad too far back, so thanks to Rob for having such a keen eye. Although I'd marked the position when I removed the seatpost last night, something obviously changed. One should probably not work on one's bike at 11 p.m. immediately after drinking beer. Anyway, hopefully it's all better now.
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