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Posted by: Mark Wheeler
I bought my Pocket Rocket in the winter of l999. It took me about six months to learn to ride it and get the right things on it. For example, the Sachs hub will not shift under a load, so you must hesitate while you pedal when shifting to a lower gear.
At the top the of hill, likewise shift down quickly and listen for the click, then do the fine tuning with the regular derailleur.
I also found the following: seat post shock absorber makes the bike much more comfortable. Those small wheels do not absorb much of the road shock. A round mirror on the left drop bar is the best. Do not wrap a mirror around the left hood as that somehow interferes with the Sachs shifting. A Topeak rack that mounts of the seat post is more convenient than the heavy duty rack sold by Bike Friday--you can put a day pack on the Topeak.
The rear tire wears out a lot faster than the front. Before you take a long trip, try changing the tires in your own driveway--it is a challenge to get the bead off the rim. Be patient and you can do it. Be sure to let all of the air out of the tube when you take off the bead.
I had great fun with the bike in Vermont. I took it in the case up to my room, assembled it, then brought it down the stairs. The manager was dumb-founded that I had managed to "sneak" the bike up-stairs. Having this bike gives you a lot of extra time to ride, and not worry about calling around to rent a bike in a strange city.
Give the Pocket Rocket a try. It is great fun.
Posted by: Wil Wilkoff
For the last three Septembers, my wife and I have gone to France and cycled. The first two times we rented bikes at four different locations, often finding the equipment not up to the distances we are accustomed to riding.
This year we took two Pocket Rockets, and it was a fantastic experience. No extra charge on the plane, handled the Metro in Paris and the train down to the Dordogne without a hitch. They are smooth riding and fit us perfectly. My wife's has now become her favorite bike. We traveled inn to inn carrying all of our belongings in two small panniers per bike. The bikes handled this load and the steep terrain of the Dordogne without a whimper.
While I was initially hesitant about the Sachs internal hub gearing, I am sold on it now. The learning curve was short and gradual. I had an unfortunate tire cut on the second day, but had been warned that tires would be hard to find and so had brought a spare. Changing the rear tire, which I did three times, was easy. Two of our companions had full size wheel folding bikes that they had to lug in large body bags. It took two of them to lug one bike, and in Paris they had to take two taxis because they took up so much room. My wife and I could wheel our suitcases around easily ourselves. Another companion had shipped his bike from the States via UPS. It arrived three days late and cost him hundreds and hundreds of dollars.
If you enjoy seeing the world at bicycle speed and don't mind looking a little geeky, Bike Fridays are the way to go. My wife and I look forward to many return trips to France over the next decade.
Posted by: Fred Matheny
I have had a Bike Friday Pocket Rocket for six years and as a member of the cycling press, I've had plenty of chances to ride it in memorable events.
In my tenure as Training and Fitness Editor for Bicycling Magazine I did rides like the Hotter'n Hell Hundred. In my present incarnation as Senior Editor for Asimba.com (a fitness lifestyle Web site with free training plans for cycling and other sports) I rode Lon Haldeman's Desert Camp in Tucson, hammering out 550 miles in six days. It even handled eight consecutive days of rain in Ireland on what the local racers called "hard roads"-bumpy, barely paved tracks through the bogs and over the Connemara Mountains. With fenders and slightly wider tires, Bike Friday proved the equal of everything the leprechauns could throw at it.
But my most memorable ride on Bike Friday didn't take place in an exotic location. Instead, it was a prosaic 100 miler in Ohio. You see, I grew up in northern Ohio but moved to Colorado in 1970. So when I go back to the Midwest to visit relatives, I always pack along my Pocket Rocket. On this occasion I left Cleveland at dawn, picked my way south through the urban sprawl and headed west into Lorain County where I grew up. The air was clear, a light mist rose from the fields and the summer humidity had been washed away by a cold front. I cruised the flat farm roads, meandered through tall fields of corn that shielded me from a pesky west wind and marveled at how the hills of my youth had been dwarfed in my perceptions by years of riding real mountains in Colorado.
Outside of Elyria, I turned onto a newly-paved bike path, part of a rails-to-trails conversion. It led to my old hometown, Kipton, a hamlet of several hundred people. If you've never tried it, I highly recommend riding a bike around the town where you grew up. The last time I had ridden the streets of Kipton, I was a kid on a balloon-tired Roadmaster. Now I was older-quite a bit older-and the bike was lighter, faster and much more sophisticated. But I could still feel something of that sense of freedom and possibility that is the essence of cycling and, come to think of it, the essence of youth as well. Down by the old railroad station, past the house we lived in, through the tiny downtown, a side trip to the elementary school, now closed. A bike is the perfect nostalgia machine and if you don't have an easily packable Bike Friday to tote on your homecomings, you'll miss the ride of a lifetime.