Yes it is a carbon crankset! A few weeks ago I ordered this 170mm XX1 from StarBike.
Something I have started, about a year ago I finally put together a bike I liked (that is another story). Keeping it short, in 2010 I were diagnosed with Sarcoidosis have a read. Other stuff happened, it’s all somewhere on this site which started about 2006. I’m proper thankful the site started as I can now chat about living with Sarcoid and mental health issues.
Ah, the Sram crankset, beautiful, super light, smooth, perfect but, I ordered the wrong one! I were after a crankset for the hybrid, light and capable of a small chainring. I did not realise so much difference between MTB and Road cranks, I should, I started cycling in late 1977!
I guess at 56 I have so much to learn about the present day bikes. When I started everything was pretty much standard especially the bottom brackets. Reluctantly I am having to sell this new XX1 carbon crankset as I did fit it.
The service and communication with Starbike was actually great, I asked some questions before buying and got the appropriate answers pretty quickly. So, my issues are no fault at all to do with Starbike.
Best start the photos now eh…
The packaging I thought was great, it probably got opened at customs, though I really do not know how all that works.
Could it have been like some sort of Pandoro’s box? For the size I thought something else had been delivered yet a large box featherweight.
To be honest I were surprised just how nice and beautiful the carbon cranks are, absolutely gorgeous and glowing.
You can see just how shiny and reflective it all is. As I mentioned, I did install the cranks and peddled somewhat.
Inside also a gorgeous finish. The crank protectors are nice, though for my riding they are not something I really need.
Okay, too much flash back from my cooker but, you can clearly view the weight of 471g, brilliant.
To end this, at the 56 years of age and with various illnesses, maybe over eagerness, perhaps I should research properly! Cycling has and is changing so much. I finally found out I need the Sram Rival 1 x 11 with 170mm cranks. I think Sram are the worlds best single chainring set-ups. The thing is and as I believe, I can fit a 34 tooth chain ring on it, either the 5 bolt or the X sync, it’s ever so confusing still…
So, went for my MOT check at the medical centre, to the post office to send a train engine in for repairing then down to the co-op on my bike. Mask on I went passed a lady with my back to her and she she said something. we passed again and she was still muttering on, I politely asked her to shut up.
I never have a problem with folks while at the co-op, most seem to have a ton of common sense, I went out to unlock and ride my bike home, she came out and was still muttering. I set off, she politely waited before opening her door and as usual I said thanks (to folks that do this).
She drove by quite close tapping on her horn so I gave her the ‘V’ sign, she pulled in so I stopped, she lowered her window and I noticed she were in tears, I said sorry for upsetting her and apologised again saying I do not like seeing folks upset, she set off.
I set off on a loop which I sometimes do, if I saw her I would really have been sorry even though I had done nothing wrong and so I’m simply saying it on here, no doubt I will bump into her again.
I think, the best world war 2 movie behind ‘Saving Private Ryan’ is the brilliant ‘Fury’ with Brad Pitt, it really is outstanding. I once chatted with a chap who had not chatted to any other folks about his life in a Sherman tank.
What this fella told me is spot on with the Fury movie but he told me at Airedale Hospital around 2009-10, afraid I can’t remember exact, though I remember what a wonderful person he was.
The clip below is spot on, ‘Ideals are peaceful, history is violent’ is so absolutely correct in this village named earth…
Yes! starting the videos from afresh. This needs turning up, I am due to get a new phone so will get a plug in mic, or actually I might just try a proper mic and light, as this four year old phone just keeps going! Will work that out but this is very quiet… Oh, also will work on the full screen video? Reason is – I don’t like the direction YouTube is going in for small bloggers.
It is now obvious I’m going to finally write about some of the stuff that happened around 2002. It’s probably best I keep some of the ‘events’ short as I’ve decided not yet to write any of the sordid bizarre shit.
Yes, one night mid 2002 I arrived home late from work, opened the outer door to the kitchen then the inner door. Straight away I noticed a shirt tie folded neat on the far kitchen work top, it starts going very blurred then as my then wife tried pushing me back out.
Through this blur the first thing I thought, my son’s are up stairs in bed, I got into the living room, how odd, there were this other ‘person’ cunt sat there. I had steel toe capped shoes on, it’s all blurred though.
I actually left and drove to a friend’s.
It really is a feeling of folks saying head ripped off and heart torn out, I had strong legs, my steel toe capped shoes would have ripped his nose off.
It’s all such a blur, never do this shit to folks, it’s awful.
By The Way, I were far from perfect, I realised that and tried bettering myself for the family even though she was/is a teacher.
How odd, I certainly do not look at dating sites, pornhub yes, erm, but this advert came up, the thing is, can you see how far away from Addingham Heckmondwike is. Who or whatever do the mathematics need to learn I live in the Wharfe valley and no longer drive, hardly any teeth left, most certainly do not have OHOC but, humour can be ok…
It will always bother me, although I have kept it tucked deep inside from most folks, it has now raised bigger and started bothering me, I do know why.
It’s approaching 20 years, 20 years since I achieved something I were so proud of. Okay this is simply a qualification, so below my all time achievement of becoming a dad! Though I did work hard for it. I left school at 15 – three months before I turned 16.
Missing loads out here…
In the later 1990’s I decided to start re-educating, a 1 year B-Tec first? in electrical and mechanical engineering, another year doing what I classed as a bridging ONC qualification in materials and then onto a 2 year HNC in Technology and Management. During this four years I achieved some decent job progression through three companies, I were trying to accelerate myself.
During the first year on the HNC I were super pleased to get a job at a company Hurel – Dubois, Burnley, huge thanks to them especially M.W. My project titled ‘Managing Change’ went down huge with the course management through the Leeds Metropolitan University, all part time day release though sponsored by Hurel.
I then applied to do a Masters through the Open University, this was Management and Technology, it were based more towards management, again Hurel sponsored me, this were late 2001 to early 2002, however, for the previous few months I had heard some certain things about my then ‘teacher’ wife, at the same time I had started to have various unwell ‘attacks’ probably anxiety though without doubt my Sarcoidosis was active.
The first unit of the Masters was actually going quite well, I were averaging something like 65%, this is pretty good despite rumblings going on within my marriage. The exam for that unit took place, I got about 27% OU asked various stuff, though I never told them. The Masters came to an abrupt halt.
Loads missed out here…
Did I fuck up? The marriage collapsed, I had a great job with loads of support, I bought a house I should never have bought, it were cheap and not far from where ‘we’ lived so I were thinking about contact with my sons. As I learned, contact became terrible, one Friday and Saturday night in two (I’m not feeling great typing this) and a few hours after school on a Wednesday. Anyone complaining about children can now fuck right off you cunts.
Phew, after all these years I’m simply saying, I could have bought a nice house lets say in Addingham near where I now am. My job had a finish time on Fridays of 1pm though many managers stayed a bit longer to catch up, yet meaning picking up my sons from school would not have been a problem.
I could have booked almost every other Monday morning off from work as holidays, only 13 days in total. This would have made Sunday to Monday much more manageable as and when required with my sons. This still left me with about 4 weeks holiday.
Instead I allowed myself to collapse, this is probably one of the reasons to my situation of circumstances now.
I did fuck up and it’s now started to really bother me, as said I do know why and I just can’t help that. If I had got into doing what I did best at work and worked hard and listened to some folks at Hurel, I believe I would have got somewhat balanced and it could have been a great career…
This is yet another one of the many reasons I just keep hold of times gone by, they can be buried but always return.
Believing I could have done far better for my sons.