UPDATE (10 May 2015): Position filled.
We’re currently recruiting a new team member at Shand. The role we now have available is assembly manager.
Duties will include but are not limited to :
1) liaising with the customer to confirm final specification of their order
2) managing stock for all bicycle orders
3) final assembly and PDI of bicycles
4) packing and shipping of bicycles and frames
5) managing the warranty dept
As well as the above duties, we’ll expect the successful candidate to work on other varied workshop tasks when called upon. This may involve frame fabrication, paint and finishing work as well as other general workshop tasks.
The ideal candidate will have a proven track record working in the bicycle industry at retail or distributor level. An ability to demonstrate high quality bare frame assembly of road and mountain bikes is essential. Attention to detail and an appreciation of excellent customer service is a high priority.
The job will require someone who is a quick thinker, problem solver and someone willing to take on the responsibility of delivering a high-end bicycle.
The role is full-time and is based at out workshop in Livingston in Central Scotland. Salary will be dependant on experience.
Send covering letter and CV to email@example.com
Steven and myself have always joked that it would be fun to ride to Bespoked Handbuilt bike show in Bristol to display the bikes we’ve just ridden, but never quite got round to it. However, when the discussion came up again this year I thought it worth doing, incorporating some valuable TCR training at the same time.
It also helped that Fraser (my riding partner for the race) was up for the adventure and after some discussion we figured (due to work and family time restraints) we’d give ourselves 48 hours to make the 400-mile trip. This would require leaving Edinburgh around 5pm on the Wednesday before the show, aiming to arrive at 5pm on Friday, in time for close of the first day at 7pm.
Heading south on Wednesday evening, it was a beautiful, cold ride through the Scottish Borders with the sun low in the sky – and the cold increased with the long decent into Moffat as the sun dropped behind the hills. We stopped at Moffat chip shop for a warming fish tea and planned to ride to the border and find bivi spot for the night. At the chippy we encountered the first of various random conversations about the trip and it was a pleasure to chat to Harry (now retired) who had been involved with the development of Gates Carbon Belt Drive for bicycles. A pure coincidence if ever there was one and he enjoyed finding out about our Rohloff Belt Drive bikes.
On approaching Gretna around 11pm we found a farm track off the main road and picked a spot next to a stone dyke wall. As the sky was clear with a heavy dampness in the air and a more sheltered spot in trees would have been preferred, but we’d have to put up with the nearby rumble of the M5 and railway goods wagons instead.
A frosty 5am start next day saw a brief breakfast stop at Gretna 24 hour services followed by a dash for Carlisle and Penrith through increasing morning traffic. Traffic thinned out on the climb over Shap and was followed by a stop at Morrisons in Kendal for more food and drink. The plan for the day was to reach Fraser’s brother in Northwich (just south of Warrington) and there were still a few miles on the clock to go. Another refuel was had at a Waitrose just south of Preston and we arrived in Northwich at dusk feeling tired, but not completely in pieces.
Fed and showered in combination with a comfortable sleep courtesy of Neil and Rachel, we were back on the A49 again by 5:30am, following the old roman roads across Cheshire. At bang on 9am we reached the outskirts of Shrewsbury and stopped for breakfast. A McDonalds breakfast… Not the most appetising, but full of calories and saved some time by avoiding Shrewsbury centre.
From Shrewsbury we headed up and over the Shropshire hills, towards Leominster and Gloucester and we could at last bare some flesh with the rising temperature. It had been dry and sunny since we started, but the air was cold and it was frustrating to be wrapped up in such good weather.
As we neared Gloucester, time was marching on and we knew we’d not make the show by 5pm. A decision was to be made, so we decided to abandon the ride early and catch a train at Gloucester. This would mean cutting the journey short by around 40 miles, but end up arriving nearer 5:30 instead of 7:30. It was disappointing to call the day short, but the route along the A38 was not looking particularly inviting either with Friday rush hour traffic building.
45 minutes on the train gave time to regain composure and it was good to arrive at Bespoked in Brunel’s old station feeling in good shape. Euan kindly offered to grab us a beer as we placed the bikes on the stand and gave us time to catch up with the rest of the team about the and their journey south. The evening was rounded off with a opening night party with food and beer laid on by Chris King (yup, the man of the expensive shiny stuff) at the most hospitable Mud Dock – although Fraser and myself decided to give in gracefully and headed to bed around 10pm.
In summary, it was good to see how training progressed over the winter and it was a confidence booster completing three days back-to-back with two days of around 12 and 14 hours in the saddle. The Stoaters were fast and comfortable and the other kit worked well too, including electrics for navigation and communication. However, I did experience an annoying glitch with my Garmin 810 crashing for no apparent reason which will need to be resolved. Some minor adjustments to riding position will be needed too and it was a great opportunity to have long days to reveal these and other niggles sooner rather than later.
Bikes – Shand Stoater
Frame bags – Wildcat Gear; Ocelot, Mountain Lion, Lioness and Tiger
Dynamo and lights – Supernova hub dynamo, Supernova E3 and Cinq 5 Plug III USB charger
We’ll be bringing our new Skinnymalinky as well as some Stoaters and a Bahookie Rohloff. One of the Stoaters will be a Rohloff Stoater too.
More information is available on the Bespoked website, and we look forward to seeing you there if you can make it. It really is a great weekend and well worth a visit to get a flavour of what’s going on in the UK frame building scene.
Last month, Ian and Paul (our supported riders), headed out to race the Rovaniemi in northern Finland, pitting themselves and their bikes against the cold of the Arctic Circle. Although not riding Shands, we’ve shared their race and post-race accounts below.
North of the scattered settlement of Rovaniemi, northern Finland, stretches a sparsely inhabited expanse of rolling hills draped with pine and birch forest. Criss-crossed with trails and divided by broad frozen rivers and ice-sealed lakes that extended as far as the eye can see, it was as enticing as it was wondrous. My legs still weary from racing the Rovaniemi 150 the previous day, this enchanted and frozen world of trees, snow & ice was drawing me back out there.
The forecast was for clear and cold. One days rest was going to have to suffice, as there was no other time before my flight home. The conditions were looking better than we’d had for the race, and that provided the extra incentive I needed to draw together all my gear and embark on another ride. The pace was much more relaxed, and I enjoyed the company of Antti and Evan for this short excursion. They’d finished ahead of me in the race, but I was comforted by the extent that their legs ached too.
The sun was bright and low, and the air cold (minus 6 degrees celsius) as we left town. I was prepared for weather a lot colder, and so it was actually quite pleasant to be riding along in these temperatures. Our fat tyres emit a satisfying crunch over the crisp snow as we made our way up the river. Eventually, we turned off the river and embark of less frequented tracks used by snowmobiles. The snow varied in consistency, and reading the lines where the snowmobiles had been was necessary to keep the bike running smoothly through the powdery layer left by the machines.
We climbed gradually for a while, all the time surrounded by pine and birch forest. The trails gradually narrow as we get further away from the more frequently travelled routes. In these parts there was a growing sense of isolation amidst a landscape of sparse trees and flat featureless snow. The sun had disappeared behind clouds, and brief pauses to take photos or shoot some film were a reminder of how cold it really was and how much you needed to keep moving gently forward.
A long and gradual descent brought us to Sinnetajarvi – the lake we crossed on part of the race route. We were heading for a small laavu – a traditional wooden shelter – on the western shore. Off the main route up the lake we ventured onto some very soft snow. Reducing the pressure in my tyres to barely more than more than 2 psi was the only way I could stay afloat, and after some comedic moments of falling off, we finally get across.
Leaving the lake, we entered the woods again, and skirted along parallel to the shore until the laavu emerged through the trees. It was an hour or so before dark, which gave us enough time to get the fire going and start to cook some food. Antti was well equipped with a selection of Finish alcohol – vodka and salmanakki, which Evan supplemented with six cans of beer and a hip flask of Talisker. The heat from the fire was a welcome end to the ride, and provided an opportunity to melt snow and boil water to drink, as well as bake improvised pizza on a make-shift platter that Antti had hewn from a pine log.
We swapped stories late into the night; of trips we’d done or things we aspired to do. For me, this week long trip to Finland had been an amazing experience. The race was my principle focus, but as I reflect back on the week, the social aspects, the environment I was in, the atmosphere afforded by the sense of remoteness seemed to provide a much greater reward.
My personal goal each year is to find at least one event that takes me somewhere different, introduces me to new people and offers a challenge I need to work and prepare for.
A number of years ago I completed the Arrowhead 135 winter race in the US, I rode a single speed non fat wheeled bike 135 miles on snowmobile tracks and it took me over 30 hours. At the time I thought it was an experience I’d no desire to replicate, but the lure of a snowy landscape and the vast expanses of the wild is strong.
Not wanting to repeat an event I had already completed and not quite ready for longer events in the US, I chose to stay within Europe and opted for the only real winter race outside of the US and Canada. The Rovaniemi 150 is in Finland and Rovaniemi being the official home of Santa Claus it was not a hard sell to convince my partner Grace that this was a great opportunity for a winter holiday with a small race thrown in on the deal!
Once at the start and with nerves settled, it was time to go and it was simply a case of turning pedals, drinking and eating … life at its simplest and often happiest. It would be fair to say the start was brisk with the leading 6 putting in a good distance by the first checkpoint, leaving the rest of the field to search for a more sustainable pace. I found company along the first river section, though due to the pace no words were exchanged. Once through the woods and onto the 11km lake section, I was joined by Tom Marvin and we both shared the work along this exposed part of the course. At the far end we parted ways as Tom stopped to adjust his load, leaving me to ride alone.
The whole middle section of the course, some 100km or so I guess, was just ‘management’. Managing temperature, food, mental state of mind. I had no desire to look at my watch or note the distances to checkpoints, aiming not to get distracted or demotivated if progress seemed slow. However, when I came across a discarded route map on the ground I was surprised to discover 60km completed – and all without too much trauma. Then when arriving at the 70km checkpoint within 6 hours, I knew (aside from a disaster) I’d finish on the same day of starting.
In general the riding was slow and steady, but every now and then we were treated to brief but fun flowing descents, the final of which put us directly onto another frozen lake. This would be traversed before the final wooded section and the final push along the same frozen river that started our journey many hours before.
Crossing the final frozen lake I caught and passed the first rider I had seen for hours. Earlier I’d been closing on a flashing red light only to watch it ride away from me and this must have been the rider I had finally caught up with.
As we exited the woods to the river, the effort was increased and I opted for a water refill at the final checkpoint just in case. As I departed another red blinking light could be seen in the distance, but no matter how hard I pushed the pedals it never got any closer. Likewise it felt an age to reach the final bridge that led us away from the river and the short distance towards the hotel that marked the finish.
As I entered the hotel and crossed the official finish line, Grace was there to welcome me in. She’d been following my progress on the SPOT tracker and her welcome was a great finish to the race.
I had covered the course in around 14.5 hours, 10 hours quicker than I had anticipated and an hour quicker than last year’s winner – 4 hours slower than this year’s winner. Although this event for me was never about the numbers, what I came for was an experience and I had certainly had that.
The event in summary was fantastic. The course well marked and the checkpoints staffed with helpful and supportive individuals with just enough resource (water) to keep you going, but not enough to encourage you to linger.
It was a pleasure to socialise with all the people who took part in this event and I hope to see them at many more events in future. Part of me hoped this event would have been excessively hard and finally extinguished my desire for this endurance racing, but as is was such a positive experience my problem is now to decide what to do next.
Thanks to Rovaniemi 150 for the putting on a great race and for some of the images used above.