Ruth Zukerman

Make no mistake, it was a magical time. But they're like anything. There's always when you peek behind that curtain. This is the cult of body and soul. At the risk of sounding dramatic, it's euphoric. It was club culture meets fitness meets guru meets self-help. There was nothing like it. Never was, never will be.

It was so incestuous and culty and wild and fabulous. It was every fucking color of the rainbow.

We made it this monster, this beautiful fucking monster of a whole bunch of bikes in a dark room. We were all hot and wild and some of us homewreckers, some of us on page six.

Oh, well, I am so adored by this community. I can say whatever the fuck I want. I can do whatever the fuck I want. What a rush. Noon on Monday. It was like bracing for war.