"If you haven't been yelled at by Dave Jordan in a race, you haven't raced in New York very long, " said one of his former teammates, Dan Schmalz, who can still recite lessons Jordan gave him years ago.
And that to many on the street in Jordan, as a Western T-shirted and jeans-wearing blonde middle-aged woman, I fit somewhere between and outside of gender, an entirely different kind of alien other, a sort of free-ranging cash cow perhaps better avoided.