I guess having your sport covered in the NYT means you've made it. Big time.
Blood, Muddy Courses and Air Horns
Overnight, Centennial Park in Toronto turned into a maze of caution tape, orange pylons and wooden planks. As the sun grew higher in the sky, burning off the morning frost, cyclists began circling the park, riding through the maze, which was their course, and jumping the planks, like runners flying over hurdles in a steeplechase. They ran up the hills with their bikes on their shoulders, and maneuvered them cautiously yet quickly through the technical sections of wet grass, rooted woods and mud. For an hour they raced, sweating and panting, going as fast as possible without, almost inevitably, crashing.
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