
The annual pilgrimage to the top of the planet for the
Birkie marks the official end of the off season and start of
the road season. The long 10+ hour round trip gives plenty
of time for bike mag browsiing and reflection on what kind
of upgrades will be needed to support the 2009 racing
campaign. Car banter shifts between wax choices and tire
options.
The best of the Birkie comes from its ability to condition
the suffer-o-meter to readings in the 3+ hour range (unless
you are Jabo, in which case the meter readings top out
around 2:45). It demands physical AND mental focus to ply
the hills and dales along the fabled trail. Taxed legs and
lungs leades to sloppy form which leads to taxed legs which
leads to SLOPPIER form which leads to carnage all along the
trail. Imagine the hardest road race, purple spots in your
eyes, when suddenly you forget how to pedal in circles.
That’s kind of how the Birkie works. Fight the purple
spots, keep the form in check and hope you don’t go all
in too early.
Some early season roller skiing with Jabo, Butter and Kevvy
tweaked my form to a happy place I hadn’t been able to
achieve in 10+ years on skis. With favorable snow
conditions, i was able to log a ton o’ time on
skis/roller skis. The carrot was a 6 minute gap that left me
out of the first wave this year (from the 4th last year).
Starting in the 2nd wave eased much of the congestion. I
quickly got into a rhythm and was ahead on my splits at all
the key spots (Firetower Hill, “OO”). Rolling
through the psychological mid point of “OO”, the
headphones went in, the Romones came up and added motivation got me through the griding rollers on up to “the
decider”, affectionatelly known as Bitch Hill. It’s
not particularily long, but after getting whacked in the
legs by a ball peen hammer for a couple hours, it’s
steep enough to cause some wimpering.
Rolling over the top in 2:30 with about 9k left, I knew I
was on the outside of breaking 3 hours (another goal). Fast
forward through some Naked Raygun, Social Distortion and I
found myself at the edge of Lake Hayward with both quads
starting to protest — and 8 minutes to finish — I caught a
wheel and high tailed it to Main St. without so much as a
glance at the watch. . . The final tally brought relief
2:57, good enough for the 25%-er club and a Wave 1 start
next year.
The plan now becomes an effort to introduce the Orange
Train to Wave 1 by leading out Jabo to the Power Lines then
graciously pull aside and let the giants battle each other
with purple spots.
By Steve Smith