Yes, change is good. I've ridden bikes with the same geometry and the same position for about five years now, and though it was once a bullet-fast combination, my body has pretty much had it. So during the last year and a half off the bike i've rethought everything- geometry, drivetrain, positioning, and training. This last area is what has received the least attention so far, since I needed to first build something to train on.
I'm accustomed to being able to somehow go faster than men who are much stronger than I am, largely through trying things that would appear impractical or painful, but which in fact-aren't.
Who would want to give that up?
(There are mental weaknesses I've had to face too- the compulsion to show off, riding stupid, playing the hero, provoking breakaways that I get dumped from, etc. But that's a strictly personal effort to grow up a little, not really suitable for discussion)
But the challenge of devising new approaches to things, with strict reality-testing at the end, is simply too much fun.
I do wish there were some means of ear-marking the cycling-related videos I've begun making. As in, "This is serious; don't be fooled by the comic tone, the content presented may absolutely relied upon, try this and it will work for you too, without fail." My work with drivetrains and chain lubricants would fall under that heading. These are areas of solid mastery. Some of the information, largely acquired through mindless but persistent labor, simply cannot be found anywhere. I don't know why, but you can't. Want an example? I made this one in a few minutes this morning. Let's title it "hyperglide, powerglide, voodooglide"
Then there would be the "follow at your own risk" video. The one that heads this thread is certainly of that category.
Then there would be the "WTF" category. Unfortunately, at present these are the largest in number. The mind of what may be termed the average road ween will likely determine that all content I present belongs in this class. Meaning: competitive, technologically hypnotized white guys with disposable income, above average physiques, and some degree of ambition to duplicate in their own lives the sorts of victories they've seen on sports channels. Since I myself fall squarely in the middle of that tiresome demographic, I've often felt depressed by the impoverishment of imagination that afflicts it.
What matters? One thing. And one thing only: