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This is a dark day in cycling history. Met up with the club for our first group ride this morning (Stealth Dork was conspicuously absent - maybe he was out late last night romancing that dog he was french kissing at Cervelo the other day) and discovered this on a friends new ride (sweet ride his Time VXRS is - less the stealth dork crank, of course). Let's count the teeth on that big ring:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 50!
Oh no, ANOTHER STEALTH DORK is amongst us! Aghhhhh!
(click on the picture)
Dammit! Stealth Dork tricked us into riding a flat route tonight. The longest hill is 14.3 meters (47 ft.) at best. The SD is gonna crush us on the only "hill" when he pops his chain into the 34 (small ring) / 39 (rapid acceleration, special order Taiwanese cog). Duped by a stealth dork, again.
UPDATE: We thought we out duped the duper Dork when we (non stealth dorks) decided to change the route and do hills in High Park, but it didn't take long for SD to go all stealth on us and drop into his 34/39 and spin up Ellis Park Rd. Grrrrr!
