Nancy’s presence in the racing
community was huge; everyone knew of Nancy and she was always
in the park. I met her for the first time in the park. My
first impression of her was that she was a hard-core racer. Nancy always displayed
this incredible spirit, this liveliness and feistiness that everyone in the
peloton knew. She also encouraged me to go to out-of-town races, do stage races
and ride out to Floyd Bennett. Not knowing much about racing, I followed her
around the races, always keeping my eye on her and imitating what she did.
Nancy always was working a strategy, too, some angle in the race. We were incredibly
competitive with each other, but in a healthy way and she said all the time, “Jane,
if you beat me up the hill that’s OK, but if these other girls do—that’s
Always at the bottom of the hill in
a race, she would yell over to me to get going, go fast, and
win!!! And after the race
we would rehash the race events
in great detail: who was saving it, who was sitting in, who wasn’t working,
who attacked. Nancy acted as my teammate many races too; sometimes we would
gang up and attack other girls. In training rides, Nancy wanted to practice
strategy. On one recent training ride at Harriman, she insisted I attack her
on the feed hill and when our workout was interrupted she made me turn around
and start over—it was a lot of fun.
I noticed with Nancy’s new job
and since her trip to Majorca in the spring that she was so happy.
She made some new friends there and they were visiting
her and really having a great time. She felt confident in her hill climbing
skills since she returned from Majorca.
Nancy once told me that at the starting
line she would size up her competition, and believe that she
could beat them
all. I was deeply impressed by this. I
told my coach and I started doing that too. It worked, and my own racing
improved. Her persistence and tenacity in races was an inspiration
I ran into her in the subway and in
the park and I was always looking out for her, hoping to find
her, as her presence was
a delight, listening to her say
funny New York things like “right, right, right” or “Din’t.” And “You
know what I am saying.” And mostly as she approaches me on the bike from
fifty yards away yelling “Jaaaannnne!” With pure delight in her
I am not sure if Nancy knew how much
I enjoyed her friendship—I hope
so. She is so lovable and adorable and wise. Her presence is missed deeply
by many people. Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with your family.
She spoke so often of you and her nieces and nephews.
All the best,