The Cyclist I'm a 27 year old computer analyst at a small company in San Diego. I love the sea and the sun. I'm tall and fit, mainly from riding my bike everywhere I go. I was an overweight couch-potato up until five years ago when I finally got fed up (so to speak) and started exercising. I tried weights, then stairmaster, then aerobics, but nothing seemed right. That is until I bought my first mountain bike. I started just circling my neighborhood but am now up to 100 miles a week including commuting to work, early morning workouts, and weekend races. I love just hopping on and pedaling as fast and far as I can go with the adrenaline pumping full blast. I still do some weight training and have gorgeous muscles too. But my legs are my pride and joy - they are chiseled to perfection. In my bike shorts and lycra top I look good and judging from the looks from the men on the beach I qualify to be called a hunk. A year ago I started to run into trouble. I woke up one morning with a numbness in my crotch. It's kind of weird pissing without full sensation in your dick. My balls ached too. I had biked a hard race the day before and figured I had just hammered my genitals a little too long on the bike seat. Full sensation came back the next day. Unfortunately, the numbness kept returning. I tried a different bike seat and riding positions. I tried getting advice from my doctor who said to just limit my biking. I tried everything but it was really screwing up my routine and my weight. So, I decided to just live with the numbness and aching. A month after that decision, I was training for a cross state race of about 120 miles. The training and race went fine, but starting the day after I was fully numb for a week! The numbness was okay but I wasn't prepared for he pain. When sensation started to return throbing, gut wrenching pain came with it. My balls would not settle down and full sensation never returned to my dick. I could still feel about 80% and erections and climax were no problem. The doctor diagnosed permanent nerve damage and could do almost nothing for the pain. Pills helped some but I didn't want to become a junkie. I was off the bike for almost two weeks and almost died from boredom and depression. I was addicted to that adernaline pump and needed my cycling. Finally, I came up with a solution. If I kept riding more nerve damage would occur but the pain could actually increase until all nerves were deadened. I couldn't stand being off my bike or going through the pain so I proposed to my doctor that I be castrated. I convinced him it was the only course of action due to the extreme pain. He thought it was a bit drastic but agreed to perform the surgery. Afterwards, I woke up eager to explore the result. I carefully lifted the bandaging and explored my empty crotch. My nuts and sack were gone. My dick had been pruned too. No sense in leaving it attached if it was going to be a source of more trouble later. I was ecstatic. I was smooth and ready to race. It's been over six months since the operation and I feel great. There's no pain at all and the only problem I have is that my bike shorts don't fit up front too well anymore. But now I can hop on my bike, tear up the trail, and not worry about anything getting caught or damaged. My cockless, nutless crotch hits the bike seat just right and I have actually improved my race time. So the next time you see a bunch of cyclists, check out their baskets. You might find (or should I say - not find) something of interest.