Originally Posted by Mouserue

I used to be a go-nowhere loser with a flipped up stem. I would get shelled on even the most subtle climbs. My cycling clothes were loose and flapped in the wind. Women pointed, laughed, and thought I was gay. Men didn't want to be around me, nor could my fellow cyclists peddle as slow as my maximum effort.

Then I flipped my stem.

Now I've been places and seen things previously reserved for the social elite. On recovery rides, I pass CAT1 riders in pacelines without even hitting triple digits on my heart rate. I must divide my time between riding and getting laid, and oftentimes I must leave the women chasing after me while I hop on my bike for a training ride. I developed a body that forces my clothing to cling to every square inch, highlighting my perfectly defined muscles. I got a promotion at work and now make six figures for an average 20-hour work week.

All from "flipping it".