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Class Action: Flywheel’s new class is all about the beat


(Photo: Flywheel)

Flywheel FlyBeats
Where it’s offered: New York and Los Angeles

What do you get when you combine the power-driven spin experience of Flywheel with pedaling to a perfectly curated playlist? The spin-giant’s new FlyBeats class.

FlyBeats was created by West Coast master trainer Victor Self and has become a popular sweat sesh in Los Angeles—and it soft launched in New York City just last week.

“Our classes have always incorporated music into our intervals, with riders riding ahead of, on, or behind the beat,” he says. “With the Beats class, we wanted to keep you on the beat the whole time, so you can get completely lost in the music, and still get that amazing workout.”

We hit up the first NYC class on the schedule (obviously), and while the feel is super similar to the Flywheel ride you’re used to—dark room, 45 minutes of non-stop sweating, and option to have your “power” display on the TorqBoard, present and accounted for!—there are some key differences.

For starters, you won’t hear words like “climb” or “sprint” from instructors. Instead, you’re 100-percent focused on pedaling to the beat, and you get there by setting your torq lower for fast songs (a remix of Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon” in my class, for example) or cranking it up (to Kanye’s “Jesus Walks”).

Also, RPMs come second here. You’re given a torq range and your goal is to stay at the same RPM. Other than that—and a few extra sets of tap-backs “just because they’re fun,” according to my instructor, Danielle Devine-Baum—you’re left to focus on making the most out of every single pedal stroke (sans any elaborate bike dancing).

Hard-core competitors take note: there are no races. But while there was also only one minute where we sprinted as fast as we possibly could, the lack of attention to numbers didn’t seem to matter when it came to intensity.

I found it to be a sweaty, hair-completely-soaked, tough spin class, and my total power rivaled that of my best class ever—and I wasn’t alone. On the way out, a man in class mentioned that his numbers were abnormally high, too. Maybe that’s what you get when you forget about the competition and just feel the music? —Brittany Burke

For more information, visit www.flywheelsports.com