It was called Cranksgiving and it was run by the New York Bike Messenger Association.
Oh gosh was mom nervous. She tried every which way to get out if it. Even on her way there she was thinking to herself she could just pop one of her tires and then they could not do the race!
Good thing that she did not because once mom got over her initial fear of being judged, everything was great.
They arrived and people were chill, and milling about. Laying down, people were taking photo's and video.
People were rolling in late, hungover and later. This was not the high competition environment that she thought that it would be.
Maybe it was because this was not an Alley cat, it was a glorified canned food drive race.
It was totally thrilling and fast and it took mom's legs a bit too long to warm up in the cold weather. Espically when they had to book it down the westside highway.
A bit about the course itself.
It went from 34th and 11th Ave to Battery park and up to York and 87th. That is just a rough sketch. The funniest part was that at each stop everyone had to get off their bikes and lock them, and run into a store and buy something that was on the list.
This really made it not only about speed and traffic skill. People were tested on how good they did in a grocery store!
Look at mom and Frank at the start, they are smack dab in the middle!
At the end of the day as tough as it was, and as chicken shit as mom thought she was, she would do that type of race again.
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