Looking
back through the blog posts I have made I can track a definite progression of
my movement away from mass participation events toward more low key intimate
events. I guess this is mainly as these smaller events tend to be the most
challenging ... the tougher you make something the smaller the number of people
who are gonna show to suffer.
So finding
myself on a start line with less than 200 guys around me didn't feel out of
place ... the fact that maybe 5000 had already started the event ahead of me
that morning and over the course of the morning 11,000 more would be joining me
was mind blowing.
Racing
bikes affords me not only the opportunity to suffer with friends new and old
but also fulfill my passion for travel ... nothing gets you more ingrained in a
new place than being absorbed in to a cycle event. If you love the outdoors then at some point
you will of been alerted to the huge potential Norway offers, a nation of
outdoor sport lovers over all seasons this country has a lot to offer.
When I was
contacted by Singletrack Magazine about a ‘gravel’ race in Norway I was
instantly keen to know more, then when I found out there was the opportunity to
travel with a photographer to cover the event I agreed to do it, then when I
found out it was the largest mountain bike race in the world with an entry
field of 17,000 I was stunned.
17,000
riders !!!! The Birkebeiner bike race is
truly massive !
The event
is a 94km race from Rena to Lillehammer using the network of gravel roads.
The trip
started on the Thursday before the race with meeting my travelling companion,
photographer Henry Iddon (http://henryiddon.com/), and 2 hours of wrangling with
check in at the airport due to some confusion over the ticket booking as I had
at the last minute replaced another traveler.
Having not
met Henry we quickly eased into conversation with a mutual love for cycling,
travel and general misadventure.
The Birken
race organisation had sent one of the organisers, Jean Francois, to meet us at
the airport and we were joined by 2 other journalists from Denmark and Finland
as well as a representative from Innovation Norway who look after the marketing
of tourism and trade of Norway.
Jean
Francois took us to the town of Elverum where we would be staying some 30km or
so from the start of the race at Rena.
With time to kill myself and Henry took a look around the town of
Elverum with its interesting bridges and immaculately presented town centre, the
feel of a clean living kind of place was very apparent.
Friday,
bikes built up and time to go for a ride.
A leg spinner was organised by Jean Francois and a local route of around
30km was led by the chef of the hotel we were staying in. We pedaled straight out of Elverum in to the
forest that surrounded the town. The
route was mostly gravel with occasional bike path, the weather was overcast but
still warm and the whole forest was absolutely silent aside from the sound of
tyres rolling on gravel.
In the
afternoon after lunch we made a trip to the forestry museum complete with
historic chain saw collection and a tracked tractor for felling in the winter,
the walls were lined with pictures of seriously weathered woodsman, Norway is a
nation of people bred for the outdoors.
After the
museum we traveled to Rena, the town hosting the start, to sign on for the
race and it was here we got our first taste of the scale of the event and the
organisation.
As we
parked up on the freshly graveled car park we were told that in the last few
years the weather had been bad and the car park had become a muddy mess. In the
UK we would combat difficult parking ground by making sure the local farmer was
on hand to pull people out but the Birken organisation just bought a lot of
hardcore and surfaced the 1000 car parking area !
The Birken
team is a permanent staff of 20 organising a number of large events all through
the year the biggest being the bike race and the XC Ski event. The sign on was in a warehouse they own, a
team of volunteers distributed the race packs from rows of wooden racks to an
endless stream of riders pouring in.
This is no
fly by night race organisation the set up is permanent and a masterclass in
race promotion.
Race day
was as always an early start with another of our party opting for the first
group off at 7.00am whereas I had gone with 8.30am. The race due to its size
offers 67 start groups at 5 minute intervals.
My start time meant that Henry could start at 8.00am getting far enough
the road to find a good spot to set up for a shot of me racing.
As we had
time to kill while waiting for out start attention turned to our respective
pack weights. An added element to this
race is the requirement to carry throughout the race a pack weighing at least
3.5kg. This pack weight is a homage to
an epic journey in Norwegian history made by the original Birkebeiners who
carried a child to safety travelling on dangerous tracks via skis. Obviously
Henry with his equipment was well over the limit, Thomas the Innovation
Norway representative was about to embark on his first race so had nervously
over packed while the Finnish element to our group Petri had brought weights
from his training belt. My bag however
seemed a little on the light side and with a possible DNF on offer if I didn't
pass the finish line weigh in I grabbed a cobble from a ditch and shoved it in
my Alpkit Gourdon pack for good measure.
The start
of the race was textbook, nervous energy a plenty meant the early pace along
the first few km’s of tarmac was high, too high for my singlespeed gear. I was quickly dispatched toward the back of
our start group until we reached the bottom of the first long climb.
As tarmac
turned to gravel I found it harder to turn the pedals, fortunately so did
everyone else in the group and I soon saw myself climbing past and beyond the
riders I had started with sighting the stragglers from the group in
front. As the climb continued the
weather deteriorated to low cloud and drizzling rain.
The end of
the climb was proceeded by an extended period on the flat before descending,
with no gearing to push on I was forced to just sit and spin and it wasn’t long
before the hum of tyres on gravel could be heard. I was passed by what seemed like a constant
stream of riders. Damn !!
When the
descending was loose and fast I had no defense against the faster geared riders
.. when a little more care was needed on the descents I couldn’t afford to use
any.
Every time
we would reach a climb I could turn up the speed having some resistance on the
pedals to push against and I would reel in rider after rider though I knew that
once I had ridden over 60km then the course trended downhill to the finish and
I would again be helpless against cassette and derailleur.
The course
was on the whole a tree lined gravel affair but it was constantly punctuated by
groups of supporters who had turned out even in the poor weather to offer
shouts of support, cook up some meat on a grill and generally have a good time.
As I passed
more and more ‘Km to go’ signs a nagging pain in my lower back grew and grew, I
would normally expect some temporary discomfort racing hard on these long
climbs as you try to muscle the singlespeed gear but this wasn’t shifting and I
had decided it must be down to the pack weight I was carrying.
With 5km to
go we past a XC Ski course and not long after we rode beneath the impressive
Lillehammer ski jump, its height and severity of slope testament to the lunacy
of ski jumpers.
Directly
after the ski jump we rode in to a wide, steep and loose gravel descent. My brakes hadn’t felt great for the last 20km
and as much as the marshal waved his flag with ever increasing panic as I rode
toward him I needed all the run out beyond him to make the left hand turn.
A few loose
turns later I was done ... the finish village was huge with already thousands
of finishers and spectators enjoying the food and drink on offer.
Parking my bike up in the secure bike park I
was in real discomfort as I rushed to undo my pack and get the millstone from
round my neck. As I lifted the pack from
the point of my back where I felt the most pain I could feel the shape of my
last minute pack edition ... the cobble !! The stupid thing had been nestled in
my lower bike the entire race !
After a few
trips through the finish line feed station and a shower I was back to normality
and able to enjoy watching the elite mens race on the large finish line
screen. The exciting finish of the elite
race unfolded as a lone solo rider who had broken away early was caught as he
did his best to steer a bike with a flattening front tyre down the final loose
descent eventually relegated to 3rd place.
A huge
thank you to the Birkebeiner organisation and Innovation Norway for facilitating
this fantastic experience. I got to ride
an event I may never have entered and not having experienced it would of been a
real shame. I met new people and made
new friends. I got to take a look at the
cycling spectacle which is the 17,000 riders of the Birkebeiner.
Even with
poor bike selection, less than perfect weather and a poorly placed cobble I am
enthused about this event and already looking at the possibility of taking part
in the Ultra Birken. The Ultra Birken
takes place the day before on a 120km course much more technical and exposed to
the elements ... sounds perfect J
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