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17/10/2017 - Soul, Roadrat and Escapade Deals

Weekend Deal

The Soul! Orange and Aqua QR axle Soul in medium or large available. The definitive trail hardtail. Light, lively, 853 frame, 27.5" wheels. 120-140mm forks. Dropped the price from £549 for the frame to just £399. There's about 2 or 3 of each size colour left. Get in quick!

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Last few medium yellow old style Roadrat still in stock. No yellow matching forks left, but we have lime green, British Racing Green or Gunmetal Gloss available. Here's some shots of the yellow frame with a couple of the fork options:

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We are tearing these out at just £199 for the frame only, £249 with the forks, and all frames or framesets come with a free Cane Creek 10 Series headset fitted. Just choose the headset from the menu if you would like it.

Finally we have the last few Escapade in Fast Red, 52cm/Extra Small. Suits riders around 5ft 4in to 5ft 7in.

Escapade

We have knocked £100 off the frameset price and chucked in the free Cane Creek headset as well. So that's just £299 for the frames, or £899 for the Silver build, £1099 for the Silver Road Plus build shown above. Only 4 left in stock.

Or alternatively, if you're after something 'ALL THE NEW', then the new Roadrat is now available from stock. Just taken an order from a guy putting orange Hope hubs and headset on his. That's going to look sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!

Road Rat v4
Road Rat v4

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17/10/2017 - Hope Women's Enduro

Hopetech Women Enduro

There's been such a buzz building around the Hope Women's Enduro, it was set to be a big event, and it didn't disappoint. Well done to everyone involved, a brilliant event supporting women's mountain biking. Over 220 women competed at the event held in Gisburn Forest. Below is a photo of Hannah Moore on her Cotic Flare. Huge well done to Hannah Moore on completing her first race and doing so well!

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16/10/2017 - Guy @ KesTV chats to Cy

A Chat with cy

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A few months ago, Guy Kesteven - veteran bike tester from MBUK, What Mountain Bike and Bike Radar - came and did a Best Bikes In The World video about the FlareMAX. Guy and Cy go way back, so inevitably during the day they chewed the fat about all sorts of things. So much so, that Guy realised he had the makings of another video about Cotic and what we're about right now, so we he set the GoPro running and asked me a few questions at the end of the day to bring it all together. There's plenty of ground covered about why we use steel for FS bikes, where we see our market, what Cy thinks about how the brand is perceived, some of the reasons we spec the parts the way we do, working with the local bike advocacy group, trail building, all sorts. It's 26 minutes, so it's a fair chunk. Make a brew and settle in...


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10/10/2017 - Swinny PMBA Champion

Swinny PMBA Champion

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Swinny is PMBA Enduro Champion for the second year in a row. It's an amazing achievement and we're so happy for him! Beer to celebrate!! More info and photos to follow soon...


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06/10/2017 - Sheffield Urban CX

Sheffield Urban CX

Alec Brunson participated in the Sheffield Urban CX Round 2 last week on his Cotic Escapade, he wrote a fantastic round up of the events, and bumped into Baybutt while he was there too....

Alec - As far as pre-race preparation goes, getting in at 2am from a friend’s birthday party doesn’t rank high among ‘things that will help performance’. Neither, in fact, does the size massive pizza that accompanied the journey home from aforementioned merriment, although because I’m not a complete animal, I opted to be designated driver (for myself, it still counts) and kept my head and body clear of any alcohol-based impurities. I may have had a pint at lunch with a burger but it barely seems relevant to mention. It’s safe to say then, that I wasn’t feeling particularly tip-top, although I can attribute a large portion of that to a less-than-satisfactory riding/sat in front of screen ratio. Nonetheless, racing doth beckon thy soul, and thy soul shall raceth etc. Any notion of feeling overweight was handily dealt with by the previous day’s nutritional choices and the quest for replenishment marked the first time I’ve ever bought an avocado sandwich; I was a soy latte away from writing an essay about it.

Parkhill flats then, the stage for round two of the Sheffield Urband Cyclocross Series is a part derelict – part regenerated block of flats overlooking the city. Now, a 1960s council estate might seem an odd choice of structure to be given listed status, but I reckon someone in the council had mates in construction and the complex is undergoing a massive restoration, the first phase of which opened in 2011. Apparently, the architectural style is known as ‘Brutalism’ which is defined as “the practice of designing infrastructure in such a way that ensures anyone racing around the layout 50 years from inception will suffer like an absolute bastard”.

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This was going to be an altogether different beast to round one. Where Kelham island was tight and twisty with a single smooth climb that you could get up swiftly, Parkhill had three changes of elevation in the ‘up’ direction. This would certainly be a test of one’s engine. After watching the juniors and women race, us ‘sport’ blokes set out for a few practice laps to find out what we were in for.

The course had everything: a fast cobbled descent and subsequent climb, a steep grassy climb, a double stair set to chuck it down, 90 degree corners, hurdles, rollers and a dismount to steps before the final climb to start a new lap. I thought I’d ended my race before it’d even started as my rear tyre went soft after an exuberant plunge down the stairs – the heavy landing had caused the scuff in the sidewall (picked up doing adventurey-type stuff) to let go. Tubeless sealant doesn’t do well at getting up the sides while rolling, so it needed immediate attention. I was already tyred anyway. Guffaw.

Sealant swished, tyre inflated and with 37% confidence that it would hold for the race we lined up on the start line. There was a lot more pro-looking chaps here this time, but less overall so it would be everyone in one heat and the top eight would qualify for a final. The skinsuits and serious eyes lined up in front and I took place alongside fellow Coticman Baybutt, a monstrous single speed rider and another beard. I burped and tasted that fucking pizza again.

GO!

Eleven riders sprinted for the first 90 degree corner, inches apart, to be met with a wooden roller. I was a Cheeky Bastard™ and went round the roller, and regretted my decision immediately.

“Boooo!”

“Oh shit” I thought. “I’m a baddie”. I attempted to do the right thing by giving the places back, but this isn’t karting and people DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING ALEC so this turned out to be a rather unwise idea. Biketrack’s Steve Taylor politely enquired as to what I thought I was doing, and once that silly corner was out of the way, things were a little easier to deal with. Good one Brunson.

A fun day at the #sheffield #urbancx yesterday at #parkhill. #architecture and #bikes combining beautifully. #sheffieldissuper #outdoorcity #photooftheday #architecturelovers #brutalism #instagram

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Sealant swished, tyre inflated and with 37% confidence that it would hold for the race we lined up on the start line. There was a lot more pro-looking chaps here this time, but less overall so it would be everyone in one heat and the top eight would qualify for a final. The skinsuits and serious eyes lined up in front and I took place alongside fellow Coticman Baybutt, a monstrous single speed rider and another beard. I burped and tasted that fucking pizza again.

GO!

Eleven riders sprinted for the first 90 degree corner, inches apart, to be met with a wooden roller. I was a Cheeky Bastard™ and went round the roller, and regretted my decision immediately.

“Boooo!”

The gaggle of racers screamed down the cobbled descent which immediately headed skywards after a fast left (I’d say about a 5 in rally speak). Bravery was rewarded with momentum that helped stave-off gravity for a few extra metres before the steep grassy climb separated the field slightly, with some having to dismount to crest it. Elbow-to-elbow through the archway to the stairs, before an exercise in late-breaking for the 90 degree right-hander, which almost claimed my enthusiasm the first time round. The racing was close and Baybutt and I had reconvened our battle of the Escapades from Kelham Island – I can’t tell you how much fun it is being in an close-run duel where both competitors are cheering each other on!

A fun day at the #sheffield #urbancx yesterday at #parkhill. #architecture and #bikes combining beautifully. #sheffieldissuper #outdoorcity #photooftheday #architecturelovers #brutalism #instagram

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Inevitably, I was enjoying myself too much and the Gods of Bikes decided it was time to play their hand. A particularly bouncy journey down the stairs was enough to lob my chain off and my rivals disappeared down the road, I figured I was set for lonely race! Having said that, 30 minutes is a long time so I pulled up my big boy pants and gave chase, a bit of clear track giving me a chance to focus on getting corners smooth and keeping braking late. The gap to those in front remained fairly consistent, which give me a chance to get an idea of how much others were hurting, and for Baybutt and I to say hello every lap. Eventually, I managed to reel a few riders in and take some places back, culminating in a close race for the two main beards of the group. I snuck into 8th place, qualifying for the final and the chance to do it all over again. The feeling of joy and elation was so overwhelming that I felt a bit sick and my nose started to bleed. The Vets (that’s Veterans, not animal doctors) raced next, and I’d have watched them if I could see straight. From what I could tell they were jolly bloody fast.

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The Sport finalists took the time to refuel. Some of opted for the ‘right’ stuff, some for ‘whatever I threw in a bag’ and the elite among us went for a beer and a pizza – the clear choice of champions. We were summoned to the start line, some of us looking fresh and ready, some gazing longingly at the bar. I thought I’d misheard that it would be a 20 minute final, which was so preposterous I scoffed and awaited to be told “it’s 10 minutes really lads teehee what a funny joke”.

That never came, of course. 20 minutes it would be and off we go! Baybutt made clear his intentions to get the holeshot, flying up the road like a scalded cat and I appeared to have found some juice from somewhere finding myself right in the thick of it. The usual suspects managed to creep ahead on the climbs and the natural order of things settled down over the first few laps. I was still trying really hard and at one point had a very real fear that I might shit myself, which would have been distracting.

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The racing was close between us again, trading places at various points on the course. It really shows individual’s strengths on a varied layout like this and there’s always an opportunity to have a go at taking a place. Baybutt took the right hand stairs and benefitted from wearing running shoes, flying up and taking the place off me. In my haste to get back on and clipped in, I rode straight into a big block of timber. It brought me to a rather abrupt halt and I found myself on my own for the rest of the final – my best advice here is to LOOK WHERE YOU ARE GOING.

The end brought tired smiles and great banter, most of us not sure why we enjoyed so much given how we now felt after all that abuse. The Sheffield Urband CX series is quickly gaining traction as one of the most enjoyable events about, for its mix of track location and layouts, organisation, partners and just great atmosphere. More please!

Things I’ve learnt:

1. I should get more sleep.

2. I should eat better.

3. I should have researched parking costs in the centre of Sheffield.

4. I should have taken some photographs.

5. Chain device. Always have a chain device.


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01/10/2017 - New Roadrat Launched

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Aqua roadrat New Roadrat9 1x9 Drivetrain Bike, just £999 Aqua roadrat

New Roadrat launched today. New taper steerer frameset, improved standover clearance, carbon blade forks, new build options. Head over to the Product Page to learn all about it.

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26/09/2017 - Me, my Escapade and the Turino-Nice Rally

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Escapade Adventure

Rachel Sokal had her first adventure on her Escapade, here's her story...

A while back I was gifted an Escapade by a good friend of mine with the instruction to go and have fun and adventures. Up until now it’s been in singlespeed commuter mode so despite getting some very good use, I’ve yet to fulfil the fun and adventure part of the deal.This summer I set out to change that.

The heritage of my Escapade steered me towards choosing a long distance route. My want for a personal challenge and my obstinate attitude of my legs to climb hills meant it needed to be a lumpy one. The Turino-Nice Rally, now in its second year, is a self-supported ride which climbs 18,000m over 700km across the Alps. Part road, part gravel, part off-piste with a flexible route depending on bike, ability and will, it perfectly matched the brief for me and my Escapade. I persuaded my Other Half this would make for a good summer holiday and plans were made for the trip.

Miles and miles

I was never going to make this in singlespeed mode so upgraded to a 2x11 set up. With shifters and mechs all fitted it then dawned on me that a road cassette wasn’t going to work with my 29er MTB wheelset. With little time – about two days before departure – and funds to change the wheels then I looked for other options. And salvation came in the shape of a little converter (and 18 Bikesexcellent service) which increased the reach of the rear mech to swallow an 11-40 cassette. At the time it seemed a real bodge: the range of gears exceeded that of the mech which left we with miles of slapping chain, I couldn’t run certain gear combinations and it looked rather Frankenstein. But it worked and so with few other options, it would have to do.

We couldn’t make it to Turin for the official start of the ride. And to be honest, whilst I know we that means we missed out on a big part of what these rides are about – the people, the stories, the comradery – it rather suited me too. I can be a bit of a loner when it comes to riding my bike and I was quite happy to do this one at my own pace with only my pre-chosen riding partner for company or to find space from as required.

It wasn't all pedalling

We were aiming for a steady six days of riding but without a concrete deadline for a flight home, had enough flexibility to take longer if need be. It felt rather arbitrary dividing up the route into chunks and we had no real idea of how our 3,000m climbing a day was going to be comfortably achievable or beyond the capability of our legs. As we rolled out from Turin on day one, with the mountains looming ahead, I was part eager to get to the climbs and get stuck in, and part wanting the flats to last to get some easy miles into my legs.But even on the flat tarmac roads the going wasn’t that easy with the extra weight from the bike packing kit quite noticeable; I was filled with excitement and trepidation for our journey ahead.

After a couple of hours we started to climb. And it was by no means a gentle introduction. The 10% plus incline had me down in that teensy-tiny gear that I never intended to have and I was only just able to winch up the hill. As the tarmac’d surface ended the gradient mellowed a little but the challenge remained as the deep gravel sucked the momentum from our wheels for the rest of the 1,000m gain.

Dipping our toes in the Med

We were wowed by the views from the first of our colles (Italian; cols for the French). In the clear skies we could see miles and miles off the Columbardo to mountains ahead and the flat expanse behind back towards Turin. We marvelled at the sight of the switchbacks we had just climbed and were excited about those which would take us down the other side. Across the six days of our trip these moments seemed only to get more impressive with differing terrain, scenery, weather and levels of exhaustion and exhilaration all influencing the views.

As the days and cols went by there were times that I climbed more strongly than I’ve ever done before, settling into a steady rhythm as the meters and kilometres, minutes and hours ticked by. And at times I climbed like a drunken walk home; for every half, stumbling step forwards there was a sway and stagger from side-to-side and a small topple backwards. And then there were the descents, it only really sinks in quite how far you’ve climbed when it takes you over an hour of descending to get down the other side.

Our timing through towns and villages was lousy all week. The end of the summer season meant most cafes and shops were only open certain hours of the day and rarely the ones when we rode by. We spent most the week eating cereal bars, yesterday’s pastries and supermarket cheese and bread. On our fourth day, having finished our supplies of muesli bars with two for dinner the night before and another two for breakfast that morning, we were rather relieved to find a small village café open at the base of a 1,200m climb to the Colle del Morti. After half an hour of their opening we had polished off the day’s stock of croissants and half of the polenta cake with several coffees to wash it all down.

Guided by our original schedule and pushed on by sudden end of summer warmth in the few days since we started, we made good progress racking up the hours and distance in the saddle. This gave us a rather leisurely last day down to Nice where we took a little more time to take in the views as we descended our way to the finish. Theoretically this was a great last day; in practice I rather missed the challenge of the long days and climbs that had gone by.

The saviour

The Escapade performed flawlessly all week despite being laden with my kit and tired legs. The ever changing terrain means there is no ideal bike for the Rally but if I did it again, I wouldn’t change much about my set up. I ran 35mm 700cc gravel tubeless tyres on my MTB wheels and suffered just one puncture. On some of the rockier descents a smaller wheel and a fatter tyre would have been nice but there’s enough fast rolling tarmac to balance things the other way. Hydraulic disc brakes were a real pleasure and I was consistently grateful for their power and control, with my OH’s cantis a stark comparison. And for my last minute MTB cassette to road mech fix and the tiny gears for big cols, I will always be grateful.

Thanks to Tom and Jenn for the bike and instruction, and to James of the Torino-Nice Rally for all the meticulous route planning and great week. I vow this to be the first of many proper adventures on my Escapade.

Dusk on the Sampeyre

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26/09/2017 - Southern Enduro - Will Easey

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Will Easey

Southern Enduro

Thrilled for Development Squad rider Will Easey on his 2nd at the Southern Enduro at the weekend! Check out his video!


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