SoulCycle and the Wild Ride

Patty Chernick was addicted to SoulCycle. She knows this. She admits this. You don't log 2,745 rides on an immobile bike without being obsessed. Nor do you spend seven weeks hitting every single Soul studio in the New York tristate area while your kids are at sleepaway camp.

But SoulCycle is what Chernick, a homemaker in Westchester County, did almost every day for years. "I'd wake up at 6:30 on a Sunday to drive to the Upper West Side to take an 8:30 class, and I thought nothing of it," she says. "I was full-on drinking the Kool-Aid." That was her tribe. Her #soulfam.

Then her beloved cycling studio and its instructors became mired in scandal after scandal. Allegations of fat-shaming, bullying, and ­racism hit the news. And then the pandemic made it impossible to visit any studio anywhere. With no option, Chernick was forced to ride her husband's Peloton at home. And, shock of shocks, she kinda loved it.


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