The trip north was a speedy one. I noticed that although the house was full, the usual vocal outbursts that mark Tripp’s classes were decidedly absent. A nice enough club, Scarsdale Equinox, but this Saturday’s session included a distinctly quiet group of spinners, nonetheless they were intense but they need coaching from the real deal, us. Some might take umbrage with me, but this club can’t hold a candle on its downstate counterpart.
Easy to get to and it’s a mere 40 minutes from Woodbury. No traffic at that time of course which made it effortless. I could see Svengali was full of the holiday spirit and yet he was reflective about the New Year. He was talking about having a workload that only Superman might take on and that’s 25 classes. That’s a lot of pedal strokes no matter how you figure it.
Scarsdale was where it all started for Tripp and he was recalling how he started with just one member in class who was his inspiration to stick with it and as he persevered his following grew. I loved hearing about the genesis of how it all started for him. He played a 1967 tune by the Monkees called: Daydream Believer. Coincidentally the year of his birth and I won’t say what else he said.
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Tripp's inspiration has inspired so many of us to drive harder to our goals and push the limits we all have in our lives.
He is all heart, and that energy infects us with every pedal stroke more and more
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