A couple of weeks ago I was back to NYC to visit my parents. Before returning home, I drove over to the Kissena Velodrome, hopped the fence, checked out the new paving, walked up and down the bankings and basically had a religious experience.
I noticed that a couple of cracks have returned, in exactly the same locations as in 1966. Of course, that might be unavoidable, given the swampy nature of Kissena Park.
No matter what, though, next time I go up to NYC, I'm bringing
a track bike.
Fred Rednor - Arlington, Virginia (USA)
> Interview with John Campo of Kissena Cycling Club:
> Excerpt: "One day, a few years ago, we were driving into the
> city to
> meet my wife. We were running ahead of schedule so I jumped
> off the
> Expressway to take a look at the track. I told the kids a
> little about
> what went down there. When we got into town the girls told
> Mary that we
> stopped and saw the track. They asked if I wanted my ashes
> spread there.
> Mary said that they obviously didn't grasp the flavor of the
> place, and
> that it would be much more appropriate to just throw my body
> over the
> banking and let the rats eat me..."
> More good stuff from Jamie:
> Mordecai Silver