Dear Mr. & Mrs. Morgenstern,
I raced with Nancy in the
CRCA. The first time I heard about her was a few years ago, when
some of my teammates had been
to Fitchburg and rode in the Cat. 4 field with her. When
they mentioned Nancy, they said that she was a beginner,
plucky and determined to do well; they were impressed with
her drive, and thought she was a nice person, as well. We
considered asking her to join our team the next year, but
by that time
she had joined Renaissance.
After that I had the chance
to ride with Nancy a few times in the park. She was always so
enthusiastic, with bright
a constant smile when we talked about racing. With her smile,
her cute nose and short, spiky hair, she reminded me of a
happy character in a Disney movie. At Fitchburg this year
I was always
impressed by the way she dressed: after the races I would
be exhausted, dragging around in my worst clothes, but Nancy
looked fresh and spiffy in her skirt and sandals.
She was feisty in races. She
developed a good spring and we knew that we had to attack a lot
to tire Nancy out, because if we
didn’t she could surprise us in the end and outsprint us.
She had one bad racing habit:
she always tried to attack the pack on the downhill. It’s
not a good tactic because the pack doesn’t have to work
that hard to catch the person who’s trying to break away.
I used to tell her, “Nancy!
Don’t attack on the downhill! We can catch you!” and
she always said, “I know! I know!” But she kept trying.
Once in Prospect Park she put a lot of distance on us and almost
stayed away, and I thought, “Hmmm, maybe she can do it
It seemed as if Nancy was
happy on the Axis team, and she seemed to be recruiting good
people to ride with her and make the
team even better. I know she asked Jane Maloney to ride with
year, and with Randy, Lori, and Tamara, they would have made
a good team to race against.
Recently, my team was having
a team meeting, and she was sitting outside with Jane Maloney
on a beautiful morning. Before they
left they came over and talked to us. Nancy chattered on and
on, bright-eyed and excited about the season.
You raised a happy daughter.