Double Tripp Part: Unknown

A near packed house on Tripper Tuesday made the shortened week feel like Friday and when I got that call at 7:23 I knew someone wanted me in both versions of the morning show. And so I felt compelled to do my double dip of Tripp sending me in caloric deficit for the big feast happening at my sisters house two days hence.  When ever I take two classes I try to hold back but the magic man moves my pedal stroke into my autonomic unconscious and my alien spin gene takes command. 

Our mop top crusader of good deeds was handing out green wristbands for victims on the south shore and Hurricane Sandy. Always the humanitarian whether he’s fighting for the hungry, for cancer victims and now the victims of Mother Nature. I think one day we will see Mr. Doherty immortalized in bronze in his iconic pose of outstretched arms looking to the heavens for divine guidance.  Tripp Doherty; you gotta love him, and I do.  

My New Old Friend

We have a potential new member in our midst his name is Gregory. A long lost friend from half a lifetime ago took his 1st spin class at EQ on Tripper Tuesday.  Greg has never taken a spin class before let alone a class in-group exercises so for him it was a new experience. By days end Greg told me that he felt more energetic the whole day and it made him feel good and it made me feel even better. 

 I told Tripp tonight when a new member arrives in the Lavender Palace they are the most important person in the studio. Kudos to my friend Mr. Doherty because he made him feel more than welcome. Greg to his credit showed some enthusiasm as well and I think he will be back. 

Tripper Tuesday is a fixture in my spin life and yesterday the Trippster showed his authenticity yet again.   

A Tripp and a Half

After two days off from spin I was itching to get back aboard my Schwinn and since it was Tripper Tuesday I had to get a little extra dose and I snuck in to the 8:30 late. I spied with a little help from my friends an open bike in the 4th row so I got a half hour taste of the packed Lavender Palace before I took my regular spot in the 9:45.  Energized and high as always Tripp had us amped and considering the lack of watts these past 8 days we all needed to plug in to Mr. Effervescence.

We are fortunate that we can get a little diversion to the Human Tragedy that we are witnessing all around us even if its just for a Tripp and a half.   

Blinded By the Light

Pure energy can’t be seen only felt and that’s what goes on for me when I take Tripp Doherty’s class. Sure we hear him and we see him gesticulating in his own inimitable style but as I have said many times before its not necessarily what he says or how he moves it’s the energy he embodies. 

From my spies in Mamaroneck I hear that they’ve been blinded by the light and a growing addiction for Tripp has them holding hands and singing in unison as if it was a revival meeting. Spin class? Holding hands? What’s up with that? Has this small hamlet taken the magic from the Lavender Palace? Stay tuned because I am your double agent. 

My Friend Tripp Doherty Part 256

It’s been a great Tripp these past 3 years. We watched a man who wears his heart on his sleeve lend us his soul like magic each morning. He’s given us way more than just an energy field when he’s at the top of the key. It’s love potion number 9 that seems to envelope us in our own force field. 

What has penetrated for me is that when we come together in the Lavender Palace all our troubles seem to become what they really are: Situations. I can at times engage in self-talk that is not only deleterious to my vocational life but to my personal life as well. Tripp is one of those people that have helped me keep my “situations” right size and in this way I can handle just about anything. This ain’t no disco but it’s also not just a spin class. 

Tripp had his image ceremonialized last night at Lululemon in Manhasset  and the photographer who captured him in motion got it just right.  Congratulations Tripper for all your efforts, your love and dedication from us your devotees.  

Able to Leap Tall Buildings in a Single Bound

When you see a manager in the dugout you have to feel for him because he can’t swing for his players nor can he field ground balls and line drives. He is in essence held captive and can only react after the fact and although he can anticipate he can never actively be involved in what is transpiring.  

Not the case with Tripp Doherty he can lead by living example in the Schwinn we are in. We can emulate his pedal stroke and he is with us not just our witness.  I usually put my outstretched hands out to feel the energy in the room and beyond the vibration there is the palpable energy from all of us talking back to Doherty in the silent language of love and respect that we hold for him.  That would normally be an overstatement anywhere else but not here, because it is simply true. 

When he climbs the wall he’s is our illustration that anything is possible all we have to do is think it and we can scale any height any obstacle any situation.  

The Spider Dance

All the ingredients were in play in the 8:30 edition of Tripper Tuesday. The energy ran high voltage and you could sense it right from the get-go.  Tripp on takeoff announced that he was going to avoid the AT40 at all costs and broke into a discography that had us on a visceral trip through time.  We were rocking we were rolling and when he plated Born to Run by you know who I spied out of the corner of my eye one of the stars of the Lavender Palace although he was the most diminutive of all and was without one pedal stroke. 

It was a small tan spider and with each note he pranced about as if he was doing his own version of the Safety Dance. Moving with footwork as only a spider could because after all he did have a ‘leg’ up on us all. 

All of Tripper’s classes are filled with his charisma but today he caught lightning in a bottle and whether it was him, the music, we the riders or our little eight legged friend this was vintage Mr. Mayhem.