Nickname: Bootay: based on bounty and complaints in response to unfriendly saddles

Race Category: Road: Cat 4, Mtn: fun only

Residenze: Dukes Hotet

Résumé: I’ve been riding bikes since I was seven, was forced into taking my first jump at 26 by an eleven year old boy who was talking smack (I showed him!), raced Sport for a couple of years with one third place medal in a local race.

Bikes: Zanotti custom road bike, Hunter hardtail, mystery cruiser spray painted by a friend’s ex-boyfriend who donated it to me because, well, it was the ex-boyfriend’s (often provokes the question: "Hey is that a Schwinn?") I think it’s a Schwinn.

How I support by Bike Habit: Various chores around the Hotet, baking chocolate chip cookies, bringing cases of beer to the back rooms of bike shops, dating bike mechanics (professional and otherwise), joining bike teams who accept my meager talents, wielding wit, charm and kindness, and saving pennies from my meager teacher’s salary. I am a whore.

Best Time on the Bike: The one season I raced cross. The short duration of pain accompanied by cheers and a boy to feed you water – what could be finer?

Worst Time on the Bike: Trees and Breeze. That race was my nemesis. Every year I vowed the next would be the one that I kicked its booty. First time: first race ever, decided to register Sport, was knocked down between the first and second lap, tried to quit, told to get back on my bike, and finished in a delusional state caused by multiple falls. Second time: some friends, who did not ride bikes, throw me a birthday party the day before. I try to be good, being that it started at noon. But, I am weak. Went to bed at 4:00am, got up at 6:00am, wanted to vomit on every climb. Third time: registered, but new boyfriend in bed with me come alarm time, well, I’m weak, like I said. So, the Trees and Breeze remains with booty unkicked by me.

My Motto: Beer. From the bottle. No glass.

Favorite Post-Ride Food: see motto. Burritos are good, too.