Cal, last time I checked I was down to a 17" neck. I'm not that strong, I just have that large torso built from Mom's dad. I'm now about 220-back in high school I was 130 and rode a bike at least 5 miles a day plus riding to school. Add a weightlifting gym glass to that ( I HATE team sports!) and I was this skinny kid with big thighs, and a 29" waist. Nobody could figure me out.
MFM,
My friend Mike kinda saved my life through cycling. At the age of 32 I had never learned how to relax. I was so overwound that I would enter a room and people would leave because of fear. Big huge bouncers were afraid of me, I weighed about 140 pounds back then, and pretty much was like a kinetic weapon that couldn't be stopped. "We don't want any trouble," a big huge bouncer warned me expressing his worries.
My body could not take the intensity anymore and I was misdiagnosed as a Manic-Depressive, but drugs did not help. Pretty much I just had to learn how to relax, I wasn't sleeping, and it became a matter of life or death. I too was a workaholic and on my reviews I was rated as being like an army of technicians. A lot of this was poor diet, I would eat a one pound bag of Chips Ahoy cookies, and get all wired as if on speed.
Mike I knew from work, and at first I did not like him because I found him arrogant. He was a chubby guy, but when I returned back from New Mexico after being away for a year and a half, Mike became an ultrafit cyclist when Mountain Biking had been first invented.
So I quit smoking and bought a Mountain Bike. Mike and I spent lots of time in the woods and in the Hamptons, and even went on biking vacations at ski resorts.
Mike too had huge "Quads" (thighs) of a bike sprinter, and I had the ideal small frame for the high strength to weight ratio of a climber. We became widely known among the Bankster crowd in the Hamptons and the Long Island racing circuit.
So I say the guy who invented Spandex/Lycra should of won a Nobel Prize. Hanging out with the gym crowd was plenty of motivation, and the women were beautiful without any make-up.
One time Mike and I were riding side by side on a sunny morning in the Hamptons, and we felt like a car was following us. It was two young girls in a BMW convertible with the top down that appeared to be not only sisters but also twins. I imagine they were talking about Mike and I; admiring our sculpted bike-butts; or saying I'll take the tall skinny one and you can have the muscular one (Mike was built and cut like Arnold).
The twins pulled right along side us to view our profiles wearing matching ear to ear sexy grins and both said together at the same time in unision, "Good morning," as if we made their day, then they sped off.
Mike says to me, "Take two of those, go to bed, and call me in the morning." LOL.
Cal