Morgan Hill, CA

Ever wonder what happens inside the women's locker room?

Let's back up. It's 1 pm. It's raining outside.

Four of us have just spent our lunch hour on bicycles in the fitness room following instructions set to the top 20 hits of 2006. We've simulated climbing in and out of the saddle. We've completed various intervals mimicking the surrounding hills of the West coast. We've established a victor without ever crossing a distance marker. They yelled faster, we pushed harder. Sweat beading our red faces soaked strategically placed towels as droplets themselves raced towards the floor.

We've shouldered our bikes down a flight of stairs, filed them away on alternating hooks between the bikes forsaken due to rain and headed towards the locker room.

You ever wonder what happens in the ladies locker room? In the U-shaped bank of showers, where only bare feet are exposed from behind red curtains as suds rush for the drain?

Elixor brakes. The bane of Juicy 5's. Comparisons as to how many fingers can reach the brake levers while riding in the drops of various handlebar manufacturers.

This isn't your average locker room. But this definitely isn't your average job. And we aren't your average women.