Confessions of a Recovering Hammer-Head
Hello. My name is Jack and I’m a recovering hammer-head. You may have seen me before. I’m the guy who flew by you screaming “On your left!!!!!” You remember, I was the one riding an inch off your back tire. The one deep in the drops, clipped in, head low, elbows in. That was way back in the early 80’s. I rode like a racer, dressed like a racer, and rode a racing bike but I’ve never been in a single race.
That was over thirty years ago. I think I’m in full remission and not likely to relapse. My palms no longer get sweaty when I see an all carbon bike and I can’t even remember how to spell paleton or have a clear recollection of what VO2Max is (a shampoo maybe?). I pawned my heart rate monitor decades ago to pay off a bar tab. I can’t remember the last time I rode a bike with a computer on it.
I’m 48 and getting thick around the middle. I’m no longer aerodynamic. My knee is shredded and pops out of joint if I try to sprint, not that I ever try. But every year my love for cycling grows deeper. No, that’s not it. Every year my love for where bicycles take me grows deeper.
If you’ve stumbled across this blog, and for some odd reason, keep returning, maybe hoping it will get better, 2012 will be an interesting year.
Thanks for reading, Jack
"Hey Buffy, that looks like the Brooks saddle you ate last week" 
Touche’!
¡Olé!