It was a warm and clear early summer night in Oceanview and the members of the Cyclist Club were arriving at the mansion. For the past year, the event had always been black-tie for the men and evening gowns for the women. Tonight was no exception, and the members were greeted with opera masks and champagne. They were searched and then proceeded to the main ballroom. They mingled in the great room, making small talk and avoiding eye contact. One of the rules of membership was not to introduce yourself or talk about your past. Anonymity was key at the Cyclist Club. A voice boomed into the room, “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome back to the Cyclist Club. We have a special night planned, after all, it’s our first anniversary and eight meetings to the day that the Cyclist Club premie
