I ballsed up when I changed my bars/stem and ended up higher than before (poor grasp of basic trig) but clmbing aside now prefer it – the higher front end means that I can run the saddle higer for pedaling on singletrack and still have plenty of fore/aft movement without getting snarled up.

The exact measurements are them, there and that, but 'higher than you think' seems to work as a rule of thumb.

On that last photo one can easily imagine that the Incredible Hulk, just out of shot to the lookers right, has let rip the most awesome fart.

I'm surrounded by bloody idiots.

Spot on.

Attach to something heavy, post back to the BNP office. Don't pay the postage. Irritating, costly and inconvenient. I think there's about a pound "handling fee" that RM put on top of the insufficent postage charge as well, so if a few hundred people do this it'll soon add up.

Ahem …the timberland trail, athough bizzarely signposted in COMPLETELY THE WRONG DIRECTION over a great deal of it's route…

Yu haf gained increased zer upper body strength, zer definition unt zer sense of achievement zat vimping uut mit ze girly vinter tyres could not giv.

Arno vit mi, ya?

The bolts actually look a wee bit short to my eye, but it's a post mount, so shear loads should be fairly small and well, if the rotor bolts'll hold then sod it, eh?

Right, the bolts that come with it ARE rather short, or rather, really amazingly incredibly dangerously short. That was nearly a very expensive moment then, so I'm off to the loft to find a couple of longer bolts. Heads up avid owners – to run the 180mm ashima post mount adaptor DO NOT use the supplied bolts with any form of conical washer. You will lose your post mount fork threads. Use the conical washers, but use a bolt that's a damn sight longer than those that come with the adaptor.

PSA ends, normal sweary service to be resumed shortly.

Mostly I enjoy eating more than crapping, but sometimes you just have a really good, satisfying extrusion that leaves you feeling on top of the world, invincible, bluebirds singing as you go to wash you hands and so forth. It's an odd feeling that I don't think you could replicate the other way, and not one you'd normally share.

Climbing is like that, though less scatalogical.

Righto, helpful post time.

180 = 180.

If you try and bodge it without the conical washers you'll have a bugger of a job getting the thing to work, the Ashima 180 adaptor comes with a pair of shallower conical washers/bolts though, with a shorter thread to accommodate the smaller disk, so that is good. The bolts actually look a wee bit short to my eye, but it's a post mount, so shear loads should be fairly small and well, if the rotor bolts'll hold then sod it, eh?

Is this place still populated by weightweenies? It is? Front = 109g @ 180, rear 80g @ 160, both a nadge under the claimed weight. Old Avid G2 dinner plates off HMS Norco = 190g each. Mostly, though, I'm most pleased about having a rear brake that'll no longer lock up when the lever gets a light headwind on it.

To satisfy the other camp, no I did not weigh my last evacuation so cannot say how much one could save by merely visiting the house of easement, but (a) I tend not to ride with a turd wrapped round each hub so the comparison is essentially flawed and (b) I've always wondered when that analogy bobs back round the u-bend; why not have a crap and a lighter bike? Radical, I know, but that's how I roll.

I wish it to be known that I have had zero experience with the dandy highwaymen of Rapha, and certainly never consensually (or otherwise) crossed pork swords with them. Regardless, what happens during the vinegar strokes remains within the cruet, if you get my drift. Those were not the Ts&Cs as far as punter "x" understood it when visiting that particular specialist website, and I'll be consulting my legal team if you wish to take this any further. Any fallout from this comes into a near-eccles-orbit, and you'll find I've both crapped on the intersect and flushed it into the gravitational shitter of Jupiter, right?

What I think cannot be couched in language apropriate for this website.

Because if you complain to pissing Rapha you are sure to be drowned out in a cacophony of popping prosecco corks and hideously distorted vowel sounds all of which is funded by a bunch of middle managers pining after their lost youth, comparing the authenticity of their gloves and appearing for all the world like sexual-harrsament in the workplace defendants focus group, 5 minutes of which is pretty much a dead cert to have you reaching down your own throat to try and throttle an overactive spleen. Because, in short, there is not enough zantac in the bloody world to cope the normal reaction to those bunch of cheese-ended wool-jockeys as well as the lumberjack shirt nathan barley brigade.

"singlespeeds are better than that"

No they're not. Beardie weirdies developed them upon discovering that a diet of tofu and self righteous indignation lacked sufficient carbs to get a decent placing, so they developed a sub-category to mask their failings and be amongst their own kind. THe sub niche of this that demonstrates it well are the pseudo-messengers, who have disgusted even the one gear freaks. Insufficient talent to BMX but still want to freestyle? No one else understands you? Are you a certifiable imbecile? Then become a fnnnnkkeenggrrnn or whatever the hell some other gimlet with a hole in his ear and a bike from a skip calls it. They are all, to a primate, bottom feeding status obsessed bungtwunts on bikes who inevitably gravitate to some poxy louse infested niche corner of the sport that no decent human being with even a modicum of self respect would dare shove an antibacterially gelled latex-glove covered pinky into the ringpiece of to see if it was even still alive and crapping. End of.

Bumslide FTW

Orbiting nukes are the way of the future.

Subs are basically long tubes pressureised in one direction, rockets and orbiters long tubes the other way – transferable skills, jobs are safe, gets GB back into the space race etc, etc. What's not to like?

I'm guessing here, but 180?

I've recently ordered a 180 to fit to Avid Juicys together with a 160-180 post mount adaptor, to use in place of Avid's stock 185/203 (delete as applicable) adaptor.

my first hartail was a 65mm fork on a bike designed for 0mm, so I think my own LT tendencies developed from there.

Is there some sort of mad-max post apocalyptic icecream shortage where you live then? Does your weekly shop look like this?

Hora: holding out for a hero.

Margarita. It's still very much pre-dinner drinks here.

Its a punt-tastic weekend. I resisted the temptation to do a monster aintree/paris-roubaix/masters accumulator and just whacked on a few singles but all my hard work was undone when the GF got hold of the paddypower login i had up and started doing the "ooh, I like that name, each way?" thing.

Come monday I may be considerably richer. Or not. Probably not.

I live in a house and find it disgusting that the army feels the need to steryotype house-livers as potential enemies. I've done nothing wrong.

Whack a cross on top and convert them to churches. Sorted. You could also put an alien and a DC10 on top of another in case we ever get any crap from the scientologists. Better safe than sorry in my book.

molgrips – I refer to the house as a whole as much as the cabinet. Both sides appear to favour quantity of legislation over quality and the reduced civil service means that it's harder to get it sir humphrey'd out.

It's another pile of poorly drafted, ill-conceived bollocks from a govenment that's both vastly increased the thickness of the statute books whilst simultaneously thinning the number of competent civil servants who draft the stuff. Regardless of the motives for whole thing being highly suspect it should have simply been thown out on the grounds of being a large steaming heap of legislative unpolishable turd.

Gimlet and Nimrod are not only two of my personal favouries, but would also make a great name for a pub.

Sir Francis Bacon?

All round smartarse, father of the scientific method and killed by a dodgy frozen chicken in the 16th century.

No Yngwie Malmsteen? Pah!

That's a toughie, in terms of influence I'd say that Kirk Hammett is huge and has made more spotty teenage metalheads pick up a geetar than anyone else there, but Tom Morello is great in the whole "can I do something different with this?" way.

0.

Nil, nada, zero. I have skiied a hell of a lot though. I was hoping to break this particular duck this weekend, but aforementioned skiing seems to have done something funny (funny painful, not funny ha-ha) to my foot, so that's off.

It's not been mentioned, but I suspect its the career as a wheelclamper bit that's really upset most of the foaming types on here.

Life for murder – we're not Texans, after all – but death to all wheelclampers.

Crazy legs, that's not a fairing, it's a sail.

The keen eyed will also spot the bottle which, given it's position, is best described as a keel. Note also the Garmin GPS with depth sounder mounted on the handlebars (or "tiller" as it is properly known in the context of this cockpit), the reefable seatpost and the SPD adapted to accomodate a leg hewn from the jawbone of a whale after it's captain was dismasted by a cachalot in the South China Seas.

Basically, we're dealing with a boat here. It's the Pequod of the cycling world.

That graph is worthless without the corresponding "Number of people paying the slightest bit of attention and with whom you would gladly share a spaceship" curve being shown alongside.

"Hey I've had this great idea about securing the future of humanity"
"Yeah, whatever. Strictly come dancing's on, innit?"

Christ on a trike, they're appaling. Drugs were better back then, I'm guessing. Woah.

Severnshed Bar in Bristol – the outside an old Brunel-designed boathouse with a great cast iron internal structure. The rather more modern bar itself is actually a hovercraft.

zigzag69 – Finally, someone else with the sense to realise hellsongs are ace.

The other way around (well, he's a famous singer if you are a redneck or kris kristoffersen) I heartily endorse Larry Jon Wilson's covers of "Sapelo" and "Friday Night Fight At Al's Place", both from the Country Soul Revue (hat tip to Craig Charles on that one)

Rouges are the best I've found as they don't have any damn fool flanges on 'em and are the same diameter over the lockrings as the grip. They could be a bit wider but at least there's about enough space for the whole of your hand without ending up resting one side or the other on a lumpen bit.

One thing that's quite useful for mapping on a touch is the screenshot – press and hold the main button and then press the power button and it'll take a full snapshot of the screen and drop it into photos as "saved photos". Scroll save, scroll, save etc

I've planned out a few walking routes like this when in a wifi-ed pub on holiday and found myself short of the right OS.

Will have a look at that motionX thing though, sounds useful.

Damn, read "sight". Sorry.

OP: Yep.

Have used both.

A PC can be like my MTB – years of messing about to get it just so, upgrades, changes, built from scratch, perfect for what I use it for, less good at other things that I didn't build it for, occasionally breaks wholly inexplicably, fairly ugly and crude but damn effective. My road bike, on the other hand, has had a saddle and seatpost change and is stock otherwise and is a damn site prettier and hasn't even snapped a spoke, that's like a Mac – It's a Colnago.

Meh.

Don't be ridiculous CaptJon £600,000 would barely cover the Moyles doughnut budget

Six ruddy lbs? Explains this I suppose. Still, not bad looking for a gatebike.