I'm sure most of you (or even all of you) did not know that I was planning on giving out an award for NYVC comment of the year, but I was planning (not enough to find a proper trophy banner photo, mind you) on it and I've been keeping track of the comments all year long, and in my mind we have a clear cut winner. The entry was well written, funny, intelligent and displays a refreshing sense of perspective. Here's to you Tiki Barber, we can't offer more than a Lemond Revolution t-shirt and socks, but if you're interested, contact us through the site email.
By: Tiki Barber
Wed, 04/14/2010 - 4:24pm
I wouldn't complain too much the price of racing in New York City. There's nothing like it. Most places it's the same nice, bland drill - the number pickup in the junior high cafeteria that smells vaguely like puke, the sadly homogeneous parking lot of middle-aged guys spinning on trainers in front of Saabs and 5-Series BMWs; the silent wait at the Port-a-John; and finally, the perfectly nice race with perfectly sorted results that get sent to your email account barely 4 hours after finishing. Everything is nice and clean and a tiny bit boring. Whereas you come to New York and you really never know what you are going to get. Some times you're paced by a motorcycle. Some days you're behind some cracked-out minivan with a missing bumper that looks like it has 340,000 miles on it and was driven straight from Kiev. Some days it goes totally perfectly. But almost always, regardless if you win or sit in as pack fill, something bizarre happens, and you get to tell your friends about the time the field had to stop for a wood chipper or the vice squad making an arrest or when the real life NYC taxi cab drove out on to the course like it did a while ago at Harlem. Floyd? It's one of the most eccentric, strangest places to race in the country. Besides, you can actually ride your bike to nearly every race in this town, a perk that nearly every other racer in this country can't even dream about. Finally, there's an insane number of wonderful characters in NYC racing scene, some of whom will become your best friends, and some of whom should be on the wall at the post office, but all of whom make it special. No two racers are exactly alike in NYC, and no two races are, either. It's what makes it great. Pay your $35 and be happy you can.
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