I rode the 7 hills of kirkland this weekend. I'll start out with the numbers:
As Gardner
wrote, the weather was pretty bad this week. In some sense, it's
reminded me of March in Houston: alternating warm and cool days with
light rain morphing into a deluge and lightning. Yes, I said
lightning. Monday morning was also looking very iffy, but
I went anyway.
Parking near Kirkland's marina area was weird because they're implementing a new pay-metering system. I found a "4 hour" slot, thinking that if the four hours started at 9:00 a.m., this would really give me 5 1/2 hours to bike. When I went by the pay station, there was another placard indicating this wasn't actually going to be enforced until 1 June. (score!)
Next step was to sign in and pay my $35 registration fee. Their T-shirts looked nice, but my collection needs to be thinned out as it stands, so I just made a beeline for the bagels.
The first two climbs, Market St. and Juanita, were easy, though I did a moderate pace as I warmed up, chatting with the lady in front of me. After a great downhill, whump-whump-whump-whump. Flat tire. I pushed the bike to a clearing to pull the wheel off. (It's always the rear wheel.) The hole was easy to spot: an 1/8" glass shard was wedged in the tire. As cyclists gawked, I heard that I was the third person in a row with a flat.
I started up Seminary hill (#3 on the map), chatting with a retired bodybuilder in between gulps of air. She had retired five years ago after nearly 15 years of competition. From her description, the combination of heavy competition and aging eventually drove her to hang up the barbells. Every hobby has The Question, and she was expecting me to ask her about steroids. I didn't, so she volunteered that she did all of her competition drug free.
I kept up with her for the next several miles until, while turning, my back wheel started slipping under me. Another flat. The glueless patch I had used had a slow leak. I swapped tubes, and put an old-fashioned glue patch on it, anticipating that this was going to be a long day and, quite possibly, I might have been on the wrong ride, the 7 Flats of Kirkland.
Norway Hill and Kingsgate, the fourth and fifth hills of the series, were uneventful. (No flats.) I pulled into the rest stop to top off my water bottles, use the honey bucket and grab a handful of grapes. A guilty pleasure I have is being able to display that I have a kickstand. See, on these event rides, people jocky for the curb so they can lean their pedal on it and keep the bike upright. Me? I just put it in the middle somewhere and deploy the landing gear. :-)
Hill 6, the Woodinville winery, is a looplet in the opposite direction. I was tempted to skip it, but I realized I hadn't been in this area before. This was the hardest hill of the day because of the grade. At the top were a group of girls doing cheers for the riders. Even though I was gasping for air and having searing pain from the thighs, I couldn't help but smile. Beyond the cheerleaders was, inexplicably, a bagpipe player dressed in full Scottish regimen. I'm not sure what the significance of his playing was, but I do enjoy bagpipe music.. I headed out of the looplet, giving a mischievious grin to the riders coming the opposite way. Six hills down.
The next segment winds out to connect to the special bonus hills. I followed this route, unsure at this point how many more I wanted to do. The road leading from 154th Pl to NE 104th St was windy and had a grade of its own that would make it the mysterious 6 1/2th hill. The climb up Education Hill was rough and I lacked the typical resurgence of energy coming down the steep descent to Avondale road. Doing two sequential looplets had no appeal, and I took the left onto Redmond Rd. (I'm familiar with the remaining hills.)
I got back onto the main, 7 hill route, and while trolling down 116th, saw the first of three dead frogs on the road. This was a pretty huge one, easily the size of my hand. It looked so out of place.
I turned south on Willows and saw the second and third dead frogs about 100 yards apart. I asked the rider next to me if she had ever seen the movie Magnolia. She hadn't. The rest of the ride was uneventful, even with the slow and long climb up Rose Hill. There is a lot of cool art in Kirkland, especially along Lake Washington Road.
So, overall, okay ride. Officially, I did nine of the hills, though my altitude profile clearly shows a tenth (or a 6 1/2th). Total elapsed time was just under five hours, not a stellar performance, but that's why this is training. I have three electronic gizmos on my handlebar: polar HRM, Cateye Wireless cycle computer, and a Garmin eTrex Vista GPS. The HRM worked fine, but because of some bad user interfaces, the "Trip Computer" function is a cumulative tally of the mileage to date (just under 1,300 for the year). My cycle computer transmitter battery died, so I had no idea how far I had gone until the HRM data was loaded on the trip home. The Garmin eTrex Vista GPS, which should be able to tell me everything except heart rate, was pretty useless because I didn't tape the batteries down. There's a design issue where vibration causes the battery contacts to jiggle loose, causing the GPS to shut itself down. The boot cycle takes at least a minute, during which time it often jiggled itself off again.
After a day of rest, I feel pretty good except my left elbow is in a lot of pain. Three weeks ago I was bumped up the weight I was using to do butterflies. Despite using a slow, fluid movement, I overtaxed a tendon or muscle in the bottom left of my left elbow. I think this is essentially tennis elbow. It's been tender, but riding for nearly 5 hours on Monday just made it worse.
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| Neil Hubbard, neilbagpiper.com |
- One bagpipe player
- Two flats
- Three dead amphibians lying on the side of the road
- 4:48
- 10 hills, though only nine were labeled on the map.
- 52.3 miles
- 3,480' elevation gain
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Parking near Kirkland's marina area was weird because they're implementing a new pay-metering system. I found a "4 hour" slot, thinking that if the four hours started at 9:00 a.m., this would really give me 5 1/2 hours to bike. When I went by the pay station, there was another placard indicating this wasn't actually going to be enforced until 1 June. (score!)
Next step was to sign in and pay my $35 registration fee. Their T-shirts looked nice, but my collection needs to be thinned out as it stands, so I just made a beeline for the bagels.
The first two climbs, Market St. and Juanita, were easy, though I did a moderate pace as I warmed up, chatting with the lady in front of me. After a great downhill, whump-whump-whump-whump. Flat tire. I pushed the bike to a clearing to pull the wheel off. (It's always the rear wheel.) The hole was easy to spot: an 1/8" glass shard was wedged in the tire. As cyclists gawked, I heard that I was the third person in a row with a flat.
I started up Seminary hill (#3 on the map), chatting with a retired bodybuilder in between gulps of air. She had retired five years ago after nearly 15 years of competition. From her description, the combination of heavy competition and aging eventually drove her to hang up the barbells. Every hobby has The Question, and she was expecting me to ask her about steroids. I didn't, so she volunteered that she did all of her competition drug free.
I kept up with her for the next several miles until, while turning, my back wheel started slipping under me. Another flat. The glueless patch I had used had a slow leak. I swapped tubes, and put an old-fashioned glue patch on it, anticipating that this was going to be a long day and, quite possibly, I might have been on the wrong ride, the 7 Flats of Kirkland.
Norway Hill and Kingsgate, the fourth and fifth hills of the series, were uneventful. (No flats.) I pulled into the rest stop to top off my water bottles, use the honey bucket and grab a handful of grapes. A guilty pleasure I have is being able to display that I have a kickstand. See, on these event rides, people jocky for the curb so they can lean their pedal on it and keep the bike upright. Me? I just put it in the middle somewhere and deploy the landing gear. :-)
Hill 6, the Woodinville winery, is a looplet in the opposite direction. I was tempted to skip it, but I realized I hadn't been in this area before. This was the hardest hill of the day because of the grade. At the top were a group of girls doing cheers for the riders. Even though I was gasping for air and having searing pain from the thighs, I couldn't help but smile. Beyond the cheerleaders was, inexplicably, a bagpipe player dressed in full Scottish regimen. I'm not sure what the significance of his playing was, but I do enjoy bagpipe music.. I headed out of the looplet, giving a mischievious grin to the riders coming the opposite way. Six hills down.
The next segment winds out to connect to the special bonus hills. I followed this route, unsure at this point how many more I wanted to do. The road leading from 154th Pl to NE 104th St was windy and had a grade of its own that would make it the mysterious 6 1/2th hill. The climb up Education Hill was rough and I lacked the typical resurgence of energy coming down the steep descent to Avondale road. Doing two sequential looplets had no appeal, and I took the left onto Redmond Rd. (I'm familiar with the remaining hills.)
I got back onto the main, 7 hill route, and while trolling down 116th, saw the first of three dead frogs on the road. This was a pretty huge one, easily the size of my hand. It looked so out of place.
I turned south on Willows and saw the second and third dead frogs about 100 yards apart. I asked the rider next to me if she had ever seen the movie Magnolia. She hadn't. The rest of the ride was uneventful, even with the slow and long climb up Rose Hill. There is a lot of cool art in Kirkland, especially along Lake Washington Road.
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After a day of rest, I feel pretty good except my left elbow is in a lot of pain. Three weeks ago I was bumped up the weight I was using to do butterflies. Despite using a slow, fluid movement, I overtaxed a tendon or muscle in the bottom left of my left elbow. I think this is essentially tennis elbow. It's been tender, but riding for nearly 5 hours on Monday just made it worse.
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