I pedaled through snow-capped mountains first, just to get warmed up. Then I moved effortlessly over a still blue sea. Until the tunnel. That's when it went techno. Streaming lines, thumping rhythms, all blending (well, not really blending) with the blaring encouragement of a top fitness trainer in a tiny sport top.
This is Imax. You get the movie experience, but you have to work for it. In an old Brooklyn warehouse under the Manhattan Bridge, Imax is testing the waters in fitness. Fifty spin cycles sit on five levels in front of a 40-by-24-foot screen. It's like a movie theater, only without the comfy chairs and definitely without the salty popcorn.