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Nick Clark was outgoing, funny, high energy, and definitely a big personality. If you gave him any sort of praise, he was friendly and made you feel like you were part of the cycling family. He hosted little BBQs after every ride and spoke of all things European in an Aussie accent, and sold fancy bike brands most beginners hadn’t heard of before. He surrounded himself with adoring women from the PBFC team, local law enforcement and first responder types, and there was a full time personal trainer who was a legitimate retired army officer, so it disarmed any misgivings you might have. He could ride a bike reasonably fast. It just felt genuine even when it wasn’t. It was all my design. He created a little world where he was King, King of the Mountain, and King of local cycling in his mind anyway. Although, it wasn’t like he was that central to the DC biking scene.