Haven’t tuned road gears for awhile 😐 good to know i still know how to do it 🙂

There is a gap between the headset cap and the HT but i will find the right spacer to correct that.

Specs are as follows

  • Crux 2012 frameset
  • Canecreek is top cap with bearing assembly
  • Deda 110mm zero100 stem
  • Zipp sl handlebars
  • Fizik soft touch bartape
  • Some ebay garmin mount
  • 3T Team seatpost
  • Phenom expert saddle
  • 60mm carbon disc hub wheelset
  • Cannondale sisl crankset with praxis CX rings
  • Sram Apex drivetrain
  • Avid bb7 brakes
  • xtr pedals
  • challenge griffo xs open clincher tyres



Finally, i have reached a milestone in my life. The big three oh. I never gave too much thought to turning 30 because age being age comes at you whether you like it or not. As such i have always embraced my age without too much care. 30 though however, does feel a little bit more special. Kinda like those watches that beep every hr quietly to let you know an hr has past. 30 feels like that to me. A minor but never-the-less important marker in my life.

Recently though, as you might be aware, we have started a tradition of pranking people in our group when it comes to birthdays. I knew i was in for something and i picked up plenty of red flag’s but for some reason, this year, i did nothing about it. I realised, in retrospect, what’s the point in expecting everything? If i want to expect something, i would just sit on the toilet and expect poo or go to the doctors office and expect a blood test. Sometimes, its good to just let everything run its course. I must have subliminally wanted to get shocked/surprised and i remember the moment i arrived at our holiday spot, i was disappointed to not see any of my friends cars around. I didn’t need to  be disappointed for long though because i was in for the scare of my life …

For some reason, i went along with every little thing my wife told me to do and upon arriving at our weekend location, i didn’t even think twice before stepping into the house. I remember it was pitch dark when i stepped in, i fumbled with the keys for a little and then looking around left and right, finally figured out that the light switches must be behind the door. I turned the lights on and turned my back to close the door and that’s when all hell broke loose. I don’t care how hard of a guy you are, there are some instinctive reactions that you just cannot stop. Some of those actions are so ingrained into your dna that when the situation arises, it comes out of you whether you like it or not.

The time my limp body impacted over the metal barrier which resulted in two broken arms was one of those moments. My body let out a scream and i was just a backseat driver. I had no idea i could even scream and at that moment, when i went to close the door, i had no idea i could be scared so much. The sound of about 20 party poppers + multiple people suddenly shouting is more than i could take. Body spasmed and the rest was history. Hahaha …. my friends got me good. I remember thinking holy crap my heart is pounding fast ….. and i had to actually go outside to pace it all off LOL

Soon after though, the party got underway. I got handed 1/4 cup of sambuca and had to take a shot and right after that and few other mini shots, i was gone. We kept going with various other drinks and the rest of the night was a dizzying blur. I remember faintly that we walked down to the local jetty where we attempted to fish but the only thing that happened was a lot of kicked over beer bottles and somehow, somehow … my hook and sinker ended up on top of a tree????

Got home and slept straight away and woke up to a very muted headache. Not too bad but not perfect too. Old man Justin was feeling the pain and for most of the day he was pretty out of it but luckily, breakfast brought a new lease on life for him. Nothing like the smell of bacon/fresh salad/good coffee to start a weekend and i remember feeling extra happy. The way a kid would feel if he was on a holiday trip.

Once everyone was full, we headed off to Budgewoi which was my old preferred spot for fishing and i remember visiting this spot multiple times with Eddie during the early 20’s and having some interesting stories to tell. This time though, it was weird that everyone was going there. It was like the feeling that i have gained more friends in life and to bring them to this fishing spot was pretty cool. Kinda like sharing a part of my old life with my friends i guess?

We setup on the jetty that i remember so well and proceeded to try our luck. This proved to not be my weekend in terms of fishing. The rest of the guys all pretty much caught a fish or two (or in Brandon’s case, killed a a couple of fishes trying to get the hook out).

Soon after this, we decided to headback to get a bite and resume fishing. We got some fish and chips (terribly oily) and sat next to the ocean to consume.

Soon after this, we decided to move to a new location and try fishing once again. This proved to be much the same for me…ie no fish

After a few hours of fishing, we decided to call it quits and headed back to prep dinner. We had all sorts of meat ready for consumption so appetites were roused and the BBQ was cleaned. Part of the guys split off to buy more supplies whilst the rest started on the BBQ.

But we all met back for this

The food was devoured and more happy times followed.

Once all the food was done and dusted, we headed back in for some scattergories. We actually ended up fishing a little more after this but once again, i failed to catch something. Short on morale, we headed back and decided to sleep. The next morning, we woke up and everyone was on their internet devices.

Eddie’s hair in the morning is out of this world.

I actually quite like the evo with the roof box and i am afraid that i might have the roof box fetish or something.

Instead of fishing, we decided to hit the driving range and hit a few balls. It is actually the first time i have ever swung a golf club so it was an interesting experience for me.

Once we consumed about 4 buckets worth of balls, we headed to our final stop for the weekend. We chatted a little more and consumed more seafood and alcohol before heading on our ways back to Sydney.

The whole weekend feels so surreal that i am almost sad that it is over. I can’t deny that i wouldn’t mind turning back time and reliving it all over again (but maybe with the addition of a baseball bat as i walk through the door) and i guess it is a sign that it was a really really good weekend. I can’t help but feel a little emotional inside as i play back the events of the weekend. I am a heavy believer that the people make the event and all the right people were there this weekend. I think that if any of you guys did not turn up, it would not be what it was. I sincerely hope that we can remain friends till we are well into our 60-70 or maybe even 80s. I also have the best wife in the world it seems. The stuff she does is unbelievable and on the drive home, she told me how everything came about. To “boot” *pun intended*, i picked up some boots i really liked and the guys got me my first set of snow gear. Honestly, they didn’t need to get me anything but i will appreciate it all the same!

I feel like the luckiest person in the world atm but there is a tiny little thorn stuck in the back of my throat. That thorn is the below video …..

Not sure if you can see this video or not if you are not my facebook friend but if you are, its well worth it to enjoy the pain i was put through.

Here’s to the rest of my life 🙂

Finally i have a cx bike

I doubt i will do any cx on it and at the most i will ride the oaks or something. Having disc brakes on a roadieish setup is definitely good for commuting though. You never know when you might just need the stopping power. Still, i see myself riding some 50km rides no problems on the bike. I wanted to differentiate between the BMC and the Crux so their tasks will not overlap. I realised why designers like doing what they do in a way. You kinda have a fleeting idea in your mind but to watch it get carried out, patiently waiting for little pieces here and there to arrive and all the while, in your mind, you are wondering how it will work together. The more i build bikes, the more i realise that the bikes i build tend to be closer and closer to my first mental thoughts. The crux turned out pretty much 99% of what i envisioned it. I spent my time tonight building it up. It is still not done yet but the moment i slotted the wheels onto the frame was when the shape of the bike was taking hold. To say the least i am very happy with the execution of the bike and glad that everything has kinda turned out fine.

The only weird thing is the carbon fork has a metal reinforcement plate in it. Of course, when i slammed the stem and cut the steerer it rendered it unable to take a compressor plug. I will take it to my local bikeshop and let them handle that. Doubt it would be much issues for them to remove as they always seem to be able to fix my cockups.

This was the way it was previously

This is the frame after it arrived after a refinish to my specs. I kept it simple with s-w0rks labeling and a S logo on the headbadge. Yes i know it isn’t really a s-works but whatever, i like the logo and i think the fewer letters looks better vs specialized.

A closer look at the details. Still weird to see discs on a roadie type frame.

I realised i failed already in this build. I already care too much about the bike to commute on it. LOL FML…..Ahhh whatever, will just ride it and let it take its course. Weight? Don’t know, probably 8-9kg???

Happy new year!

Again…. Chinese new year that is.

Dropped into a temple far far away yesterday night for our yearly routine. The smoke stung my eyes as usual but the fireworks was always uplifting. Something about fireworks that never fails to enchant people time and time again.

I wished for the same things i always wish for. Here’s to a healthy and prosperous new year! Happy new year to everyone else as well (again).

Finished off around 1230 and the long drive + shower got me to sleep at around 2am. Woke up around 7 for a ride with Brandon and Matt. Rare that they have the time to ride so i wasn’t going to back out even if it wasn’t the best timing wise.

Really liking my RX100. I just carry it now pretty much everywhere and when i feel like taking a pic, i have it there ready.

Overall pretty happy with the amount of riding i have done this weekend. Definitely something i want to keep up and with my plans to start regularly commuting, it should be a positive start to the new year *at least fitness wise*.

This morning’s ride

Had a couple of people on the ride today ask me what the BMC is with comments ranging from “that is the blackest bike i have ever seen” to “you are too white to ride this bike” ….


I am sure now that the rear hub bearings need adjusting. It makes an even sound during coasting and during slow out of the saddle efforts on the climbs sounds like the side of the wheels touching the brakes but i realised it isn’t because the wheel is stiff as horse shiet (ok, that isnt very stiff but you get my point).

I will see if i can adjust the wheel myself.

Saw so many riders today. Maybe it is more just the route i went which is cyclist dominated but at a certain point i must have being past by multiple peloton with easily 50 riders ….

I pumped the tyre 10psi more on both front and rear today and i don’t like it. Too much road buzz with no real gains in rolling performance that i could tell. Back to my old pressure it is.

Despite these measurements, I remained skeptical about all the drugs until March 29, when I rode an event along the central coast of California, the Solvang Double Century, at what for me was a fast and hard pace, finishing in around 11.5 hours. About ten hours in, it dawned on me that something was definitely happening. Sure, I’d been training hard, but I’d done enough of that to know what to expect. All around me were riders—good, strong riders—who looked as worn out as you’d expect after ten hours in the saddle. I was tired, but I felt curiously strong, annoyingly talkative and fresh, eager to hammer the last 40 miles.

The last time I’d ridden 200 miles, I felt awful the next day, like I’d been hit by a truck. After the Solvang race I woke up and felt hardlya touch of soreness. I also felt like I could easily ride another 200, and I realized that I’d entered another world, the realm of instant recovery. I’ll be frank: It was a reassuring kind of world, and I could see why people might want to stay there.

When I checked in with the good doctor soon after the race, he wasn’t surprised about what I’d experienced. “With your hematocrit levels higher, you don’t produce as much lactic acid, which means you can ride harder, longer, with less stress. The growth hormone and testosterone help you recover faster, since you’re stronger to start with and recover more quickly. All those little muscle tears repair much more quickly.”

He shrugged. “It works,” he said. “It always works.”