Quoted message said:Could not believe my eyes. A person on a bike was riding down the sidewalk on his beat up road
bike without a tire on the rear rim. His tire and tube were draped around his neck and he was
doing about 10 mph.
On 10/9* last month, some of the folks in the cycle messenger community held a "rim ride", which is
a sort of tradition 'round these parts. I was able to attend, and it was my first rim ride.
I retrieved a structurally sound 27" steel wheel with a nasty hub from my LBS's trash pile. After
tensioning and truing it (the better to survive the evening's adventure under my ponderous weight),
I mounted the victim wheel on my old 27" Nishiki one-speed. I rode to the start point with front and
rear tires mounted, then removed the rear one in preparation for the ride.
At the time I arrived, the inaugural keg of beer had just floated, but the fun had only begun. There
were about 40 riders present for the cruise, and some of them had opted to run no tires at all! So
that made about 50 bare metal wheels rolling at one time. The racket was hellish-- both loud and
ominous, sort of roaring, howling, and hissing all at the same time.
I will note that no overinflated, airless, solid urethane, or semi-pneumatic tire can prepare one
for exactly how harsh it is to ride on a bare rim. I will also note that metal rims offer relatively
little in the way of traction. I did not slip and fall, but several riders did-- some repeatedly.
I had the benefit of a sprung saddle, but most of the messengers would never ride such a thing, and
so had only their scant natural padding to save their bones. One of my companions was riding a
trials MTB with no tires, and he was bunny-hopping and engaging in other contextually questionable
maneuvers.
I was held back with a repair job on a buddy's tallbike (also out rim riding), so I missed the pass
through the enormous bowl-shaped fountain at Seattle Center. It's probably just as well, because by
ride's end my wheel had begun collapsing and was fluttering around almost enough to scrape the frame
with its new serrated razor edges.
Some aluminum rims had broken outright, but all the steel rims finished in one piece. At the end of
the ride, some riders stomped/beat their wheels to death, I suppose as an act of mercy.
Later, many more beers were drunk in commemoration of the event.
Chalo Colina
* "10-9" is radio operator code for "huh?" It is a slogan/mantra of the bike messenger crowd here
in Seattle.