Riding Into the Unseen
I had been diagnosed with a structural abnormality. The doctor had told me my condition was extremely rare, the kind that had no cure.
It was not exactly dangerous. I was just… different from other men in that regard. More intense. Far beyond normal.
It had been a constant problem.
Every time I brought a woman home, things fell apart the moment clothes started coming off. One look at me, and they panicked and ran like they had seen something they could not handle.
My good buddy Gavin Cobb knew how long I had been going without, and he finally decided to help. He told me about a cycling club and suggested I check it out.
At first, I did not take it seriously. Riding bikes? What was supposed to be exciting about that?
Then he said, "You're underestimating it. The club was full of women. You'd ride up into the mountains at night, and once it was dark, no one could see anything. That was your opportunity. Make them feel good, and they wouldn't push you away. After that, your life would be easy."
The idea got to me immediately. I did not think twice. I agreed on the spot.