The Hustle Ride rolls out every Monday from Tang's Donut on Sunset and Fountain in Silverlake at 10pm.
The routes change up from week to week and cover wide swaths of territory. Riders that participate will experience a completely different Los Angeles than most trapped in their coffins will ever know. Distances range in length from 25-50 miles. We climb walls we break into shit we scuttle through hoods like rats on the run. The pack rolls as a group, there are no winners there are no losers. Understand: This is not a race. This is a HUSTLE.
If you aren't riding a fixed gear, track, or a geared road bike you will likely have a hard time keeping up. All are invited but not all will make it to the end. Unfortunately, sometimes riders DO get left behind and that's the madness that is Wolfpack. If you ride hard and complete enough rides you might even get a spoke card (that is unless we lagged again on making more.)
ALL ARE INVITED to ride with us but understand that YOUare your own rider. Leave the ego at home. Be safe. Don't get lost in someone's wheel. Be aware of traffic and road conditions at ALL TIMES and avoid risks that will endanger the Pack, yourself, other riders, or pedestrians and vehicles on the streets. We respect the reds, we respect the cops, we respect traffic, and we respect the sweat, the tears, and the blood that flows through our bodies. BE VOCAL about all hazzards and ever changing road conditions. Before you do anything read Bicycle Street Smarts to help prepare yourself.
This guys who's walking around telling the route is doing so like he's pissed off he even has to bother sharing such vital information with other riders. When he looks at me, the only woman there, he basically blows me off as if I don't deserve to know the route because it's my first time there and I'm the only woman. The directions are very vague, and all I really understand is that we're going to meet up in some park. Of course, there are like a thousand parks in LA, so that's not extremely useful information. So I'm already a little irritated that I don't know the route, and if I fall behind, then I'm done for. So much for the no rider left behind philosophy professed above. So much too for that bullshit about it not being about ego. In the few minutes when I actually interacted with that group, it was extremely clear that the guy who was supposed to be giving us the route directions was full of himself and his ego.
Then, completely out of nowhere, with no warning, two of the leaders start riding, people jump on their bikes and race up to catch them. So I jump on my bike, and now I'm already behind. Within a few blocks I'm in the back of the pack, then behind the pack, then the pack is gone. Since I don't know the route, I have no clue how to find the pack or catch up with them, so I'm screwed, as are a couple of kids who also got left behind. Now to be clear, I was only a block behind the group until I got stuck at a red light. That's when I lost them. On their website they say they respect reds. That's also a crock. If they respected the reds as I did, I would've been able to catch up.
So here's my final verdict: I have no problem being behind the pack or even left behind. I can handle myself on the streets of LA quite well, I do it all the time. Heck, I just finished my first century from LA to Oceanside completely unsupported and by myself. (Will update blog on that later--had to blog about this first.) But communicating with the Wolfpack leaders via Twitter, I understood that it was fast-paced but that it was a group ride and that the route was shared information at the beginning of the ride, not that the route was privileged information only given to a few spandexed-out ego freaks. I feel like I hit up against this issue whenever I ride with men. They want to be the only ones who know the route.
But why would you ENCOURAGE someone to come on a ride just to be so egotistically rude to them? Why would you encourage people to join the ride, but not share info on the ride with them when they do show up? There was nothing about that ride that was a hustle. It was flat out an egotistical race. I am not slow, and I have kept up with my fair share of fast male cyclists who don't slow down for amateurs like me.
So, Wolfpack, take down your post on Midnight Ridazz and edit your website so it's no longer advertised as an open group ride. That's a bunch of horse manure. You guys seem to just want to show off to each other how fast you can dust each other in shiny spandex, and only seem to welcome people who look like you and ride like you.
Wayne tried to encourage me to train and come back and dust them all. But I'm not about ego. I don't need to prove myself to anyone but me, and I did that on December 25th when I completed my first century, and I'll do it again this Friday when I improve my time on the century. I ride because I enjoy riding. I want to say I enjoy the cycling community as well, but lately my experiences with that community have been very negative. Critical Mass has been extremely negative, and I see unsupervised minors tagging buildings and riding on the wrong side of the road, and breaking other laws. And tonight, I expected to be with a slightly more mature crowd, and instead was surrounded by what was, from the get-go, clearly a group of men out to tout their egos. It's highly likely that I'm attributing the actions and attitude of one man to the entire group, but that was my experience, and, as I understand it, has been the experience of others.