Prospect Park Weekday Morning Training
Loosely, yes.Bruce van-Schalkwyk said:Doesn't Heidi translate to - 'from the deepest reaches of Hades'?

see you there thierryThierry Bonnaire said:I'll be out tomorrow morning at 6:00 AM
Hey Bruce,
I was the NYCC guy waiting at GAP when you all rolled out. Indeed, my NYCC comrades did not cover themselves in glory this morning as only one other showed up. Still, our little two-man peloton did, ahem, pass you guys like you were standing still (lap 3 ,bottom of the Park), so we got that going for us.
Am new to the club and looking forward to riding with you guys. Which will likely be very soon since my regular T/Th NYCC crew, with whom I've been riding since the Spring, seems not to enjoy the crisp autum air.
Feeling sluggish yesterday, I elected to stay in my warm bed rather than go out
and ride. So today I was determined to get out and put a few miles into the
legs. Got up and out the door to find it a bit blustery as I rode along the
dark water front. The only signs of life were the construction crews for
Brooklyn Bridge Park and the beer distributor trucks coming from the Port
Authority terminal at Atlantic Ave. Once I made the turn onto Union and began
my ride through the lovely brownstone neighborhoods I had shelter from the wind
and enjoyed the unseasonably warm weather. I was joined for a bit by a guy on a
single speed singing some unrecognizable tune to himself.
I arrived at GAP just before the "cut-off" time to find a lonely
Jules, his powerful headlamps cutting through the darkness, waiting for the
crew to arrive. He was bundled up with neck gaitor, vest, leg warmers, clearly
looking a little worse for wear. Just as Jules was calling it quits to
crawl back into a warm bed, "El Presidente" Perlberg rides up and
says hello. Mr. President is there to do openers so I accompany him on his
routine. We have a great conversation about pedagogy and wedding planning. He
does his opening efforts and I sit on his wheel and then return to
conversation. After 3 laps, Mr. President bids adieu and I continue on my way
around the quickly illuminating park. As I pass GAP once again, I spy a rider
ahead in the shadows that might be wearing a KCC kit. I bridge the gap and I
come upon that once mythical being that is known as Lt. Dan. The recently
mended Lt. Dan and I ride around for another couple of laps and engage in a
wide ranging conversation, from Oktoberfest in Germany to injury recovery to
paceline practice. Now that the sun has shown its face, it is time for me to
bid Lt. Dan adieu and I ride off through the blowing winds to begin my day of
work.