damn, that’s mad racist.

Happy to see the radies.

Oh no! I thought they were the cleanest guys in the peleton going over weeks of mountains only on water and gels packs. Well at least the sport will be clean now with these four guys side lined. Yeah right, until the governing bodies of the sport get their head out their asses the sport will remain a fairly tale filled with smoke and mirrors.

sorry, but I get sick of people thinking it’s funny to “talk like an asian.” carry on.

Never drove on the LIE 4:15am before! Something was wrong, almost no traffic! It felt eerie, like a solar eclipse. Arrived at registration area and got taken back as I saw hundreds of men getting ready to start their races. I thought this was all women? No this was one of those real races. After registering at the designated women’s desk, a wonderful friendly rider was assigned to put my number on. We were summoned up the hill for briefing on rules and regulations with the start line in view. I heard loud wistles breaking my concentration in my fear of road racing. Then a stream of male riders, started racing earlier, roared by as if to remind me of the chaos I was about to be in. My determination to experience this for myself brought strength back to my knees as I walk to the start line with 35 or so women. Race started with all riders picking up speed. I tried to stick to my agenda to hold on to the peloton as long as I could, feverishly reminding myself that it would hurt only for a short while. I found myself surrounded by cyclers, making me feel as if we were flowing like a river through Central Park. Suddenly I realized everything calmed down, as if time slowed and nothing crazy was happening. I was in the eye of the storm and road racing was losing its mental image of people taking uncalculated risks.
The peloton started breaking up and was slowly slipping away in front of me. I found myself alone and left back. A rider without a number rolled up next to me and announced herself as one of the official instructors managing the race. She asked me to follow her wheel so that she could help catch me up with the riders gaining distance ahead. We tried for 15 minutes keeping them close but it was futile. I knew my limits and was aware that I couldn’t tolerate not finishing the race or spilling because of skill decline due to fatigue, I settled to ride hard and steady. She fell back and wanted to discuss strategy with me. She said “you have 2 options: go it alone or wait until the riders in the back to catch up and work with them conserving energy for the finish line.” I was shocked to find out there was a second group behind me! This became a race within a race! I won second in that group on the sprints! Wow what a wonderful sensation it was to be able to reach within and pull out strength that translates to my wheels as I propel forward in relation to the rider next to me. The pain escalated towards the finish line but slowly got replaced with a great sense of accomplishment! 17.5 miles @average speed of 20 and I still got to experience it all! Feeling the rush of racing, knowing how to strategize during a race and get to see that this is not crazy after all. The winners got signed jerseys by Evelyn Stevens and goody bags were given out to all! I approach the rider/ instructor, Veni from Rockstar Games, who helped me out and thanked her. I asked her if I should get stronger before I do another race. She responded “you got to race so you can get strong in racing”. Gabriel, from Gold Coast Tri Club (who came second overall) observing my kit sat next to me and said she had heard about our club and saw our jerseys at Brands rides and was contemplating on riding with us! I cheerfully welcomed her to come join us! Over all this was a wonderful experience. Thank you to Tara Parsons,Rockstar Games club,Ny Velocity club and CRCA for making this happen for me!

160 dollar Rapha Grand Tour Gloves and clueless on how to wear a helmet.

chill, she is obviously from Redhook which is a neighborhood of Brooklyn.