Hi and thanks for all the replies and time taken.
Dan - you have answered my question sufficiently - thanks. Please do not go to the effort of a further explanation. I have a plan - fatal
Mickeg - thanks for your response, but the question was that the original chain on the original sprocket and original chainring had to have 2 links taken out for me to get any tension on it, so is this a normal type of chain"stretch" or perhaps too long a chain was fitted originally? This is academic as I propose to fit a new chain and chainring soon as per my plan
John - I had read your post 195 (and all the others) a couple of times to get the flavour of the thread. Being a "perfectionist" in my trade - plumbing & heating - I try to adopt the same attitude to most things in life, where reasonable and possible. Therefore, I intend to fit a 38 x 37 with the chain glider but, first of all I intend to see what my relaxed cadence is on my present set up and then equate it to the advice I have been given. If push comes to shove, then I will use your set up and possibly PM you when I make a horlicks of it! In spite of my aforementioned 'perfectionism", I am also of the opinion that ignorance can be bliss and a little knowledge dangerous! To this end, at the moment, I will give your kind offer a body swerve. I'll give you a true instance of blissful ignorance. Are you sitting comfortably?
In 2005, with advice and little heed to the wallet I specced RT - bombproof! I planned to cycle from Valence in the Rhone Valley to Finnisterre in NW Spain - yes, the Chemin St Jacques & Compestella. I left home Saturday 05:30 to catch the European Bike Express Bus at Sheffield. This bus deposited me in Valence on Sunday 05:30 with 35kg of panniers excluding 3 water bottles, bar bag, bike lock, pump, tools in the saddle pouch etc. I made sure I had something to eat the night before at 22.00 - no flies on me
So, in the dark I set off, destination Le Puy En Velay via St Agreve. The beauty about it being dark is that you can't the hill (mountain) ahead of you but one feels it a tad on the legs. When dawn had broken, I looked over the side and had an attack of vertigo - jeez, where did this come from. Anyway, onward on upward. By 10:00 the legs were jelly, I was wheezing, going dizzy and then remembered the 2 tiny biscuits pack I had saved from the night before - told you - no flies on me.
Reached St Agreve at 12:00 after only 40 miles approx. It's altitude is 1063m and Valence is 73m but the total climb was at least twice as much. Anyway, by way of a celebration and to rejoice at conquering the mountain, I duly had 2 x glasses of beer 50cl of wine with a fine steak - job done. Unfortunately, my arithmetic was wrong somewhere along the line because I thought Le Puy was just a hop, skip and a jump down the road - actually another 40 miles, yes, with some more of those hills!.Still, the Dutch courage was running high, so I gave it some welly. Being the intrepid adventurer, I paid the blazing hot sun no heed. By 16:00 the wheels were all over the place, motorists were driving on the wrong side of the road, people were speaking in a foreign language when I asked for directions - I was gone, totally gone with sunstroke. I struggled into Le Puy up the very very steep cobbled streets with SPD's slipping trying to push my Clydesdale type bike with35kg. I found the monastery and knocked on the door of the adjacent lodgings. Yes, I could stay the night and tomorrow night, cost 14 euros. I gave him 50 and told him to keep the rest. I hauled my 35kg gear up to my dorm, got showered and went to bed, pronto. I woke up at 03;00 with a thumping headache and got out of bed. Not only was I disorientated but I couldn't see. Everything was blurred, I was in hell of a state until i realised that I'd gone to sleep with my contact lenses in and they had stuck to my eyes. Next day was rest day and I'd only just started. So, on the Tuesday, I left Le Puy En Velay and that exit is a baptism of fire as someone said and he wasn't joking. But I got there with my lungs on fire and gasping for breath. Everything was fine for an hour or so and then I hit the descent. Awesome, just awesome. But what goes down goes up and that's not so awesome. So, I arrived at the municipal hostel late pm and got stamped in. "When is he going to start camping?" I hear you ask. Well, the truth is, that in all that kit there wasn't a tent, no sleeping mat, no stove, no plate, no utensils, not even a mug!!
Yes, I made the decision the next day to send home the terry towelling robe, the pyjamas, the slippers, the hair dryer, the portable fridge and portable TV etc. And to cap it all, I was sitting next to a doctor at petite dejeuner when he kindly asked me "How was I coping with my asthma? "What asthma?" says I. "Mon ami" he says " You have all ze systems of asthma - zat is my opinion". Well, to quote Clint Eastwood "Opinions are like assholes - everyone's got one!"
So there you are John. Blissful ignorance, determination and pure grit got me through those 2 rather memorable days. Now, I have to make sure I've got my inhaler, tyres are at the correct pressure ad infinitum. Gone are the days when I would jump on the bike and skedaddle off somewhere that's where the little bit of knowledge is dangerous because it play tunes with your psyche - and I don't like that.
So, to you all, thanks for your advice, keep it coming and see if you can scramble my brains - more than they are anyway.
Bon nuit
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