Deej
Maximum Pace
- Oct 13, 2007
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First, let me get the excuses out of the way...
So I haven't been riding much the past couple months. In fact, when I took my bike down off the rack for my ride Saturday, I literally had to wipe cobwebs off it. It had been a month and a couple days since my previous ride. And the previous ride had also been after a month-long hiatus. This sharp drop-off in cycling activity -- just two rides over a period of more than 60 days -- is due to a confluence of factors: wonky knees, rain, kids, trips, thoracic nerve weirdness, etc.
Why, then, did I choose such a difficult route for my "back-in-the-saddle" ride? Perhaps I was clinging to the memory of a Deej who could make it up a difficult climb without having to resort to zig-zagging. A Deej who could talk trash to his buddies before a climb because his legs were fresh and The Look was his for the giving. A Deej who had earned the right to ride with depilated legs.
Why, I ask you, did I agree to ride with Simon on the dreaded Funride 100?
Alright, enough of the precious phraseology. Here's a recap.
Simon and I hooked up at Sekidobashi along the Tamagawa at 6:30 a.m. on Saturday and pedaled with gusto toward Musashi-Itsukaichi. After a short rest at a 7-11, where we refueled and, upon my misguided advice, each purchased a bottle of a 399-yen energy drink that sported a picture of Rambo on it, we headed toward the much-feared Kazahari Rindo. I'd been wanting to do this climb for months. Back in February, it seemed that no-one in TCC had ever done it, and I was eager to make a first ascent. Thomas and I made a go of it, but because of inclement weather, a successful attack up the rindo was not to be.
I made a foray to the base of the climb a couple months later but had to turn back because of time restrictions. Later that same day, a TCC expedition led by Sergey climbed my rindo and returned with tales of woe and valor.
After reading that account, I knew it was going to be a tough climb, but damn. I know the word "relentless" gets thrown around a lot here, but that is exactly what the Kazahari Rindo is. Unremitting cruelty. After climbing side by side for a few minutes, Simon pulled ahead as I began zigging and zagging in an attempt to ease the pain. At a point perhaps three-quarters of the way up, Simon was kindly waiting for me at a fork in the road. I told him I needed to get off my bike and rest, and he obliged. After a few minutes of blessed inaction, we began our final assault on the hill. It was so steep that we had to walk our bikes up a few meters to a more level place to avoid falling off when we hopped on.
My legs felt surprisingly strong after the rest, and I enjoyed a rare moment of being ahead of Simon. Soon enough, my partner passed me and rode out of sight. After an agonizing final stretch, I finally came to the top, where Simon said he had been waiting for about four minutes, though it was probably longer than that. I flopped to the ground and queasily choked down a Power Bar gel -- Banana and Strawberry. For a moment, I thought I might be sick.
From there, we rode down to Tomin no Mori to buy water, as we had used up all our liquid on the climb from hell. Rehydrated, we flew down Hinohara Kaido and followed Route 33 up and over to the Uenohara area, which took us through a couple small hamlets and some beautiful terrain. This involved a little more climbing, but both of us knew that the longer, steeper climb to Wada Toge awaited us.
Being quietly competitive lads, both Simon and I know that the ride up to Wada Toge will be a race, though neither of us say as much. At the base of the climb, we both set our computers at zero and roll out at the same time. And oh friends and oh neighbors, what followed was hell on wheels. Side-by-side we ride. Then Simon drops in behind me, keeping a close eye on his heart rate. We remain this way through the first steep bit, but then the dreaded straightaway portion comes along -- the place where Cristoph snapped his chain some months ago -- and I drop well behind Simon. After a couple minutes of easing up, I regain my calm and manage to catch, then pass, my nemesis. I try to build up a gap, but it's not long before I hear Simon working behind me, pulling closer. He passes me! "This guy just won't quit," I think, feeling a spasm of -- yes, anger. This dude is pissing me off. But he is hurting and, in colorful language one does not normally associate with a PhD, says as much. It is my chance to put the hurt on this guy for good, and I again manage to feebly get in front. Only a few hundred meters left! I can do this! It'll be a Cinderella story. They'll carry me on their shoulders! I let out a shriek of pain and rage, trying to summon the energy to turn the pedals one more time, then again, then...again. We hit the final steep bit. 100 meters to the top? It hurts too much and I slow to 4kph. Simon's beside me, in pain but perhaps buoyed by the knowledge that his rival has cracked. The gap increases, and Simon looks back to find me well back, zig-zagging like a punch-drunk boxer. I give up; the pain is too great. Simon gets his second victory for the day.
After recovering at the top for perhaps 30 minutes (maybe longer), we roll down the other side and make fast work of Jimba Kaido, which is a perfect stretch of road for minutes of stoplight-free time trialling. We eventually reconnect to the Minami Asakawa, then the Asakawa then finally the Tamagawa, and say our goodbyes at our starting point -- Sekidobashi.
All I can say is, thank you Simon for the brilliant day out and let's do it again! But I warn you, next time I won't be wiping cobwebs off my bike, so prepare yourself for a little trash talk!
Deej
So I haven't been riding much the past couple months. In fact, when I took my bike down off the rack for my ride Saturday, I literally had to wipe cobwebs off it. It had been a month and a couple days since my previous ride. And the previous ride had also been after a month-long hiatus. This sharp drop-off in cycling activity -- just two rides over a period of more than 60 days -- is due to a confluence of factors: wonky knees, rain, kids, trips, thoracic nerve weirdness, etc.
Why, then, did I choose such a difficult route for my "back-in-the-saddle" ride? Perhaps I was clinging to the memory of a Deej who could make it up a difficult climb without having to resort to zig-zagging. A Deej who could talk trash to his buddies before a climb because his legs were fresh and The Look was his for the giving. A Deej who had earned the right to ride with depilated legs.
Why, I ask you, did I agree to ride with Simon on the dreaded Funride 100?
Alright, enough of the precious phraseology. Here's a recap.
Simon and I hooked up at Sekidobashi along the Tamagawa at 6:30 a.m. on Saturday and pedaled with gusto toward Musashi-Itsukaichi. After a short rest at a 7-11, where we refueled and, upon my misguided advice, each purchased a bottle of a 399-yen energy drink that sported a picture of Rambo on it, we headed toward the much-feared Kazahari Rindo. I'd been wanting to do this climb for months. Back in February, it seemed that no-one in TCC had ever done it, and I was eager to make a first ascent. Thomas and I made a go of it, but because of inclement weather, a successful attack up the rindo was not to be.
I made a foray to the base of the climb a couple months later but had to turn back because of time restrictions. Later that same day, a TCC expedition led by Sergey climbed my rindo and returned with tales of woe and valor.
After reading that account, I knew it was going to be a tough climb, but damn. I know the word "relentless" gets thrown around a lot here, but that is exactly what the Kazahari Rindo is. Unremitting cruelty. After climbing side by side for a few minutes, Simon pulled ahead as I began zigging and zagging in an attempt to ease the pain. At a point perhaps three-quarters of the way up, Simon was kindly waiting for me at a fork in the road. I told him I needed to get off my bike and rest, and he obliged. After a few minutes of blessed inaction, we began our final assault on the hill. It was so steep that we had to walk our bikes up a few meters to a more level place to avoid falling off when we hopped on.
My legs felt surprisingly strong after the rest, and I enjoyed a rare moment of being ahead of Simon. Soon enough, my partner passed me and rode out of sight. After an agonizing final stretch, I finally came to the top, where Simon said he had been waiting for about four minutes, though it was probably longer than that. I flopped to the ground and queasily choked down a Power Bar gel -- Banana and Strawberry. For a moment, I thought I might be sick.
From there, we rode down to Tomin no Mori to buy water, as we had used up all our liquid on the climb from hell. Rehydrated, we flew down Hinohara Kaido and followed Route 33 up and over to the Uenohara area, which took us through a couple small hamlets and some beautiful terrain. This involved a little more climbing, but both of us knew that the longer, steeper climb to Wada Toge awaited us.
Being quietly competitive lads, both Simon and I know that the ride up to Wada Toge will be a race, though neither of us say as much. At the base of the climb, we both set our computers at zero and roll out at the same time. And oh friends and oh neighbors, what followed was hell on wheels. Side-by-side we ride. Then Simon drops in behind me, keeping a close eye on his heart rate. We remain this way through the first steep bit, but then the dreaded straightaway portion comes along -- the place where Cristoph snapped his chain some months ago -- and I drop well behind Simon. After a couple minutes of easing up, I regain my calm and manage to catch, then pass, my nemesis. I try to build up a gap, but it's not long before I hear Simon working behind me, pulling closer. He passes me! "This guy just won't quit," I think, feeling a spasm of -- yes, anger. This dude is pissing me off. But he is hurting and, in colorful language one does not normally associate with a PhD, says as much. It is my chance to put the hurt on this guy for good, and I again manage to feebly get in front. Only a few hundred meters left! I can do this! It'll be a Cinderella story. They'll carry me on their shoulders! I let out a shriek of pain and rage, trying to summon the energy to turn the pedals one more time, then again, then...again. We hit the final steep bit. 100 meters to the top? It hurts too much and I slow to 4kph. Simon's beside me, in pain but perhaps buoyed by the knowledge that his rival has cracked. The gap increases, and Simon looks back to find me well back, zig-zagging like a punch-drunk boxer. I give up; the pain is too great. Simon gets his second victory for the day.
After recovering at the top for perhaps 30 minutes (maybe longer), we roll down the other side and make fast work of Jimba Kaido, which is a perfect stretch of road for minutes of stoplight-free time trialling. We eventually reconnect to the Minami Asakawa, then the Asakawa then finally the Tamagawa, and say our goodbyes at our starting point -- Sekidobashi.
All I can say is, thank you Simon for the brilliant day out and let's do it again! But I warn you, next time I won't be wiping cobwebs off my bike, so prepare yourself for a little trash talk!
Deej
