Get Bent

Just as I was getting my bike off the carrier, only a couple of cars away, a cyclist pulls up to his car riding a bent. That’s what the cool kids call a recumbent bicycle. I’d seen one here and there, but never up close and personal. So, I started talking to the guy. Asked a few questions. He told me about a couple of websites and started plugging the benefits of laid-back biking. It was good timing. By the time I got back from my ride of less than 15 miles, I couldn’t wait to get off the bike. I love biking. It’s fun, and unless you’re trying to break speed records, even relaxing. But bikes are not ergonomic. After that ride my neck hurt, my hands and arms were tired (even with riding gloves), and no matter how soft the saddle, there’s no getting around the fact that you have most of your body weight resting on a few of square centimeters of crotch. Okay, it has been a while since I rode more than 6-7 miles, but really. My legs hardly felt a thing. My heart rate, breathing, about the same as a walk. No, the problem is sitting hunched over that takes the fun out of riding. And have you noticed how serious bikers go to great lengths to overcome the discomforts—special riding pants to pad the padded seat, special handlebars for resting on your forearms (bending more), and still they’re only marginal remedies. Sitting upright with straight handlebars relieves the wrist-hand-arm issue, but puts more weight on your seat and increases drag. I made a note to myself, if I want to do more biking, I need to learn more about recumbents.

So, I started researching recumbents, reading websites and blogs, checking user and pro reviews, and searched for a couple of nearby dealers. You might think most dealers would have a couple of bents for those weirdos bent on the off-beat. You’d be wrong. Recumbents are still rare, and the few dealers that sell them specialize. I soon found out why.

The closest dealer to me is in Brooklyn. He offers lessons too. And for good reason. Riding a bent is different. Your center of gravity is lower. Your feet are elevated and out in front. You don’t swing your leg over the seat (you could try, but it’d be ridiculous), and because you’re not in the accustomed upright position, your balance is different. It takes a bit to get used to. That’s not all. There’s a special category of recumbent—moving bottom bracket (MBB), or front wheel drive—which adds another unfamiliar handling element. Think about it. You power the same wheel that you steer—double weird.

I made an appointment with Robert (NYC Recumbent Supply, link below) for a lesson. He starts me out on a Cruzbike Quest, one of those MBB bikes. Mind you, I was prepared for a challenge. I’d read about the learning curve, and was ready for some difficulty. An hour and a half later, white knuckled, the beginnings of blisters on my hands from a death grip on the handlebars, and buzzing on adrenaline from 90 minutes of “OMG doesn’t riding a bike since you were six years old count for anything?” and I’m still teetering on the edge between control and wipeout. I felt like a beginner. But you can’t really fall on a recumbent. When you lose your balance the leg on the side you’re falling towards instinctively goes out to catch yourself. I lost my balance many times, only at low speed, never crashed. During the lesson Robert also let me try a conventional rear wheel drive bent. It was slightly easier, no “pedal steer,” but it highlighted how the bigger part of the adjustment is to the sitting back/feet-up balance. Despite being thrown for a loop by the new balance, it was immediately apparent how comfortable the ride was, how powerful the front wheel drive felt, and how easy it would be to ride for hours. I needed to dig deeper.

The next day my arms and my abs were sore from using muscles in unusual ways. However my lower body didn’t notice a thing. Most of that upper body soreness was from me fighting myself. There is more upper body involved in MBB riding, but not that much.*

The next closest recumbent dealer, Jersey Bents, is over an hour away in Hamilton Square, a northern suburb of Trenton, NJ. Made an appointment to test ride a couple of their brands. I was really interested in the Trident T.W.I.G., initials for Two Wheels Is Good. Ignore the grammar, it’s marketing. Trident specializes in recumbent tricycles. Their tag line is “3 wheels good. . . 2 wheels bad!” Cute, eh? In their case, that tag line holds true. What attracted me to the TWIG were two things. Number one, the price. It’s one of the lowest available. Number two, it’s a folding bike, a convenience most don’t need, neither do I, yet, but I consider it a good feature for storage and eliminating the need for a bike rack for transport.

As soon as I sat on the TWIG it felt awkward. Something about the seat position just wasn’t right. The built-in headrest got in the way of the helmet—and it’s not adjustable. It has those high rise butterfly (chopper) handlebars. They may look groovy, but they make steering odd. Gears and brakes are cheap and noisy, steering twitchy. I only rode it for a few minutes, that was enough. Someone didn’t do their product testing before putting it into production. Someone cut too many corners for the sake of profit margin. Someone rushed it on the market to recoup what little half-assed investment they made. Lawrence, of Jersey Bents, was conscientiously tacit about my criticisms, but neither did he disagree. Without hesitation he suggested I try the Bacchetta Giro 20. Got on the Giro—immediately comfortable and natural feeling. Started riding—immediately felt good, even easy. It was the easiest recumbent I rode, cost more than the TWIG, but $300 less than the Quest. Almost bought it on the spot, except there were still reservations. Some features of the Quest easily justify the price difference—disc brakes, 3-speed internal hub gear (instead of derailleur and multiple chainrings), shock absorbers, a unique elliptical chainring that delivers more power at the position where your leg applies the most push, and a semi-folding capability. It doesn’t fold as compact or as quickly as a true folding bike, but in a couple of minutes it folds in half by taking off the seat. Combined they’re A+ features. The Giro had none of those features, and I had concerns about heel strike on the front wheel through turns. The only trade-off? A steeper learning curve.

There was one way to settle this. I had to test ride the Quest again. Called Robert to see if he’d be willing to give me another lesson. I explained to him that I’d ridden a couple of other bikes, like the Giro, and wanted to give the Cruzbike another chance just to see if I was crazy to even consider it. That front wheel drive really threw me.

Second try didn’t prove a whole lot easier. I no longer had a death grip on the handlebars, but I still felt insecure battling the steering against the pedaling. This time, though, Robert rode the Quest 451 along with me. It’s a 20″ wheel version of the same bike. When we stopped midway through Prospect Park, we switched bikes. It seemed easier to ride—less fighting the front wheel. I rode it for a while and asked to switch back just to see if I was imagining the difference. I wasn’t. We traded again. I finished our loop around the park on the 451. (The number, by the way, is the wheel diameter in millimeters.) That was it for my decision. Although the Quest 451 is still more challenging to learn than the Giro, it has features that tipped the balance. (Cruzbike no longer sells the Quest. Newer models have replaced it.)

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In less than three weeks of riding, I’m feeling relaxed. My confidence is back. In part, the learning curve on a Cruzbike is getting accustomed to using your upper body. Your arms are involved not only in steering (and balance), but also controlling the slight wiggle induced from pedaling. As you become more adapted to the physical behavior of a MBB bike, you find it becomes effortless. Soon it’s as automatic as riding an ordinary bike. Now, at the end of every ride I have no tired hands, no tired arms, no neck ache, no sore crotch—I’m ready to go right back out to ride some more. This is good. Biking is more fun than ever.

Recumbents sell in numbers barely greater than tandems, and consequently, cost more for equivalent quality. The least expensive I found was 1200 USD. Used bents are few. If more cycle shops stocked bents, I bet sales would pickup and the prices would drop. But fear of the unknown keeps dealers in their comfort zone. Higher prices make them believe the bikes will sit in the show room getting rusty. If only dealers knew what they’re missing, and how they’re depriving their customers.

Which brings up a side issue. We’ve been spoiled by lower and lower prices. I learned long ago that buying cheap, especially tools, always costs more in the long run. Cheap tools perform poorly, break sooner, and make the job you’re trying to do harder, more time consuming, less efficient, and frequently more dangerous. In the end, cheap needs to be replaced, and that means paying twice for the same tool. Why not pay once, spend a little more now, and save more time and money later? Good tools make a job go more smoothly, with less risk of injury. Good tools help to get the job done right. Buy less—buy quality. I’d rather have a few really good tools and toys than a house full of cheap.

I had a bit of a conundrum with this purchase. I didn’t want to buy a new bike if I wasn’t going to start riding more and regularly. I already owned a high quality, lightweight, road bike, but I hardly rode more than a couple times a year. If I’m not going to ride more, it makes no sense to buy a new bike. But, if I don’t get a more comfortable bike, I’m not going to ride more.

So far, I am riding more. Just the novelty? Maybe. Already there’s less resistance to pulling the bent off the rack and getting out for a ride. It’s lots more fun and getting more fun with each ride. I have left & right rearview mirrors that make keeping an eye on traffic easy. The upright head position means I can see the traffic ahead better and enjoy the scenery more. One negative is the lower sitting position. With a diamond frame you’re up high looking over cars; with a bent you’re about eye level with drivers. You can’t see over, so you have to look around. Takes some getting used to, but forces you to be more alert. All told, it makes for heightened traffic awareness and a greatly improved cycling experience. I can’t imagine going back to a diamond frame. Now, I’m ready to try a full day ride.

*Update 17-06-16 : The MBB has more benefits than I originally understood. Number one is the short chain length. It may not seem important, but the longer the chain, the more power is lost. It’s unavoidable physics. I felt that power difference immediately on the Cruzbike, and now I appreciate it even more. Although bents are demonstrably faster on level and downhill, they’re also known to be slower on the uphill. There are three reasons for this. 1) The power lost in the long chain, 2) You can’t get off the seat to use your weight/gravity to help pedal, 3) The ability to tilt the bike in the opposite direction of your down-stroke. This last reason is not one most riders are aware of doing. An experienced cyclist doesn’t even think about it. But notice what riders do when accelerating quickly or pumping hard uphill. They tilt the bike against the downstroke to help put more power into the stroke. This brings us to the number two advantage of the MBB. Riders can use their upper body to pull on the handlebars in the opposite direction of the leg’s forward stroke to apply more power. Takes a little practice, but you can really feel it. This second advantage is big. I’ve done a few group rides. I have no problems keeping up on the inclines, and pull out ahead on the declines. And I always end a ride feeling great, not even a minor complaint. After two years with the Quest, I’m riding regularly, enjoying every minute, and appreciating the MBB so much, I wouldn’t consider, or recommend, a rear-wheel drive bent. I’ve fully adjusted to the lower riding position, no longer feeling intimidated. Drivers notice me as much as any bike on the road. There are those who argue that bents are noticed more because they stand out. I’d like to see some statistical evidence to support the claim. I can say, I do get attention. Can’t tell you how many times cars slow down to look, take pics, or yell, “Cool bike!” Even had a Harley slow down and ask, “Is that comfortable?” I’d have given him two thumbs up, but I still can’t ride handsfree, though I frequently relax with one hand on my thigh. I feel like going on a bent bike crusade. One of these days bikers are going to get clue. Wedgies bad—bents good.

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Betty

The topic of Jazz vocalists always raises strong opinions. Often it’s one of those love ’em or hate ’em deals. Among the female singers there has never been more than a few big names everyone knows. Even those who don’t listen much to Jazz know the old dead divas, Vaughn, Fitzgerald, Holiday, and the living-dead Krall, and ah, ah, hmm. . . not many living. Of the living female (or male) artists, most haven’t a spark of creativity or originality. Everything they sing sounds like a watered down version of the past. Yet there’s one name from the past that no one has tried to mimic. Listen to her, and you’ll know why she’s exceptional, and why no one you’ve heard could possibly mimic her.

Describing Betty Carter is not easy. Despite the fact that she had an early start in her career at the age of 19 with the Lionel Hampton Big Band making a huge splash with audiences, sang shows at the Apollo in New York City with Max Roach and Dizzy Gillespie, had her first recording contract in 1955 with Ray Bryant on the Epic label, toured with Miles Davis in ’58 and ’59, had a major popular hit with Ray Charles in 1961 with the single “Baby It’s Cold Outside” and an accompanying LP Ray Charles and Betty Carter, released twenty albums under her name and guest starred on many others, sang at the Village Vanguard and the Newport Jazz Festival, made television appearances on Saturday Night Live and The Bill Cosby Show, received multiple Grammy nominations and eventually won a Grammy in 1989 (finally on her third nomination), received an NEA grant, won numerous other awards, was invited to sing at the White House by President Clinton, received a National Metal of Arts in 1997, was hailed as a true musician by all the major jazz artists she sang with, praised by other vocalists, received dozens of rave reviews by critics, and consistently left listeners spellbound, celebrity never marked her career. With break after break, success after success, her star would rise just above the horizon only to set shortly after. She never rose to the heights of notoriety that the other female jazz vocalists of her time. Overshadowed by Sara and Ella. Didn’t die young enough to steal the “die young and leave a beautiful corpse” title from Billy. Never pursued Broadway to challenge Lena’s status.

Carter certainly had a special inborn talent. An excellent ear for pitch and an uncanny sense of phrasing combined with her unique vocalizations of phonemes that created highly unusual and effective interpretations of lyrics. These qualities and her emphasis on the meaning of the lyrics put Betty in a class all her own. She can’t be compared to any other jazz singer. She was always following her own inner ear. Highly respected by instrumental musicians, who typically look down on singers, she maintained their respect throughout her lifetime. No one else has all these attributes.

To get to know who Betty is, her words express it best—

“There’re a lot of young singers who are coming up, and [A&R men] hope that they will replace the idea of jazz being what I have in mind, with what they have in mind. But until I go away, that’s not going to happen, because as long as I’m around, I may be a thorn in some of the business people’s sides who want to interpret music another way for them to make money more quickly. They discourage these young girls, young singers, from dealing with this music called jazz—don’t improvise, sing it straight, or sing it like somebody else has done it, or be like someone else. We have a lot of African-America singers who sing gospel, who come directly out of a church, and they have these big, wonderful voices, and they know how to program these young ladies, and they tell them they’re going to make a whole lot of money if they sing this way instead of that way. . . most of them don’t even know what my singing is like. They don’t have any idea what jazz is.”

“When we came up, we knew that we had to become musicians. . .that’s what we worked toward. We wanted musicians to like what we were doing as singers, so that they would want to play with us and accompany us, and [for] us [to] feel like we were contributing something.”

“After me, there are no more jazz singers. What I mean is that there’s nobody scaring me to death. No young woman is giving me any trouble when it comes to singing jazz. I’m not even worried about it and that’s a shame. It’s sad there’s nobody stepping on my heels so I can look back and say, ‘I better get myself together because this little girl is singing her thing off!’ They’re all doing what everybody else is doing. . . It’s a crime that no little singer is socking it back to me in my own field. To keep it going, to keep it alive, because I’m not going to live forever… and I don’t want it to die with me. I want it to live on.”

Betty proved herself through her insistence on quality over quantity, integrity over compromise, and endurance over time. To get a deeper insight into her style, I’ve chosen samples recorded 15 years apart. Not only is each rendition distinctively stylized, each shows her evolution as an artist and a musician, not just a singer. Plus she always had topnotch sidemen accompanying. The proof is in her voice.

“My Favorite Things,” 1964, from Inside Betty Carter

“My Favorite Things,” 1979, from The Audience with Betty Carter—

“Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most,” 1964, from Inside Betty Carter

“Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most,” 1979, from The Audience with Betty Carter—

 

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