We asked one of our OG riders – Fraser – to write a little something on “finding his Wheelhouse” over the past 2 years at Wheelhouse Cycle.

Below – unedited – is what he wrote. Thank YOU, Fraser <3

“On the advice of a friend, I started coming to Wheelhouse in the Fall of 2015. I arrived, liked the space, the design, the art, the vibe, the change room and showers (yes!!), and the welcoming staff. I walked into the studio and immediately chose a bike in the back row. Despite having a cycling background and having done lots of spinning, this all felt very, very different and, the back seemed like a ‘safe place….’

I get on the bike, try to look cool and like I fit in, and start to warm up. I slowly survey the space. I see the disco balls and think ‘cool,’I see the fans and think ‘thank god,’ I read the definition of Wheelhouse on the wall, and think ‘huh, find my Wheelhouse?!….I did find it, I’m here, right?!’ Then, I realize I have no idea what I have gotten myself into…

The instructor arrives, there is banter, then the music starts, the lights go down, and the class begins: I thought I was going to die after track one. It was dark, the music was loud, and this woman (Nadine) was yelling passionately to push harder; the next thing I know, she wants us to do dips… ‘What the hell is a dip,’ I think to myself… Then, my mind goes to that place: ‘I’m a loser. I am peddling as fast as I can and I’m certain I look like a loser…’

By track 8, the dark track, I’m just happy it’s totally dark, and I can try to breath again, take off all that tension on that stupid red dial and pretend to work hard. So, I’m recovering, and I realize that Nadine is talking, providing advice and insights. I am peddling and listening… What she is saying makes so much sense to me… I begin to feel like all that pain and self-doubt from tracks 1 through 7 were both validated and challenged… I finish my first class, and the next thing I know, the entire room is doing a ‘cheers to me’ for doing my first class… I think: ‘This place is pretty friggin’ cool….’

Of course, I was hooked, and I have never looked back.

So why do I like Wheelhouse? What is it that makes me want to keep coming back, and pushing myself harder? Why do I want to be apart of this community? Why do I now ride in the front row?

That definition on the wall in the studio makes me reflect on the meaning of ‘my Wheelhouse.’ I realize that my Wheelhouse tests the conventions of English grammar

WH is a noun: It’s a place, a community, a focal point, and a destination. It’s a crew of people I have come to know, and like and respect.

WH is a verb: It’s an essential part of my daily and weekly routine. It helps me stay balanced, helps me focus, helps me feel good, and calm, and goal orientated.

WH is an adverb: It’s a unique workout in the dark, with “kick-ass” music and disco balls that test both your mind and body, while feeding your soul and spirit.

WH is an adjective: It’s a shared, but independent, experience that feels, and looks and sounds like only Wheelhouse.

For each of us, our Wheelhouse is different, but I believe that for all of us, what is the the same is that our Wheelhouse includes a noun, a verb, an adverb and an adjective.

I am thankful for what I have found at Wheelhouse: a great community of diverse people, an important part of my routine, a great workout, and a unique and fulfilling experience.

Cheers to Heather, Nadine and the WH crew! Happy 2nd Year Anniversary!!!”