How I got into cycling
I spent the formative years of my adulthood in the Marine Corps from 76 to 96. I was a runner and fortunate enough to remain a Platoon Sergeant in one capacity or another almost the entire time. Somewhere around year 17 I developed a knife like pain across the front of my right knee any time I ran.
Since one simply does not tell the Commandant of the Marine Corps nor especially their platoon of young Marines that it hurts too much to run, I swore the Chief at BAS to secrecy, and hid the condition until I retired. By that time there wasn't enough Motrin made for me to continue running.
Eventually after mucking around on 79 dollar 'Mart' cinder blocks, I moved up to a Fuji Roubaix in 2004. I rode it religiously, learned to commute to work on it, learned how to do a century on it, had the required falls on it when I wasn't as smart as the clipless pedals, learned the definition of 'bonk' on it and knew I would never buy running shoes again.
I'm still learning, progressing, and generally having more fun than the average human ought to be allowed to have. The Fuji was replaced by a Specialized Roubaix Elite named Cridhe Fairche (Scottish for HeartHammer), my commute ride is a Fuji Absolute 1.0 who calls himself Shillelagh Law, and there's also a 74 Schwin Varsity named Geezer Bike for just running to get coffee. The newest member of the clan is an as yet unnamed Gunnar Roadie sitting upside down in the living room right now trying to get a carbon seat post unstuck.
So I came to cycling because I needed a physical outlet for my type A personality. I remain with cycling because I simply love riding.