About the Author

Victor Vincente of America, in his youth,
achieved moderate success in the sport of bicycling,
being the National road champion in 1965, when he still bore
his birth-name, Michael Beckwith Hiltner.
Throughout his life he has been idolized and revered by
countless bicyclists, whether by sleek and polished roadies in the ‘50s and ‘60s,
or when he established the double-transcontinental record in the ‘70s
(which prompted his name change),
or by mud-splattered dirt road riders in the ‘80s and ‘90s,
and is enshrined in the Mountain Bike Hall of Fame.

As a youngster he was likeable, shy, and modest, but in later years
turned brazenly egoistic, and is undoubtedly one of the most cynical,
bitter, and pessimistic fellows one could ever have the misfortune to know;
has a most negative outllook on life, and as is the case with people
unwilling to face responsibility, is prone to attempt to escape from reality,
and will stubbornly retreat into reticence or childlike playfulness
rather than admit to a need for growing up.

Not burdened to any great extent by the normal compulsion
to work one’s way through life, he is instead rather content with
exploratory adventures, grazing through life.
He has applied creativity in various disciplines:
design and production of garments, electronic jewelry, human powered vehicles,
dirt road bicycles, and coins; promotion of dirt road races and supported tours.

In a life ruled by tragic sexual addiction and perversion,
trustworthiness in relationships is hardly to be expected.

He’s overly cautious, frugal to the extent of miserliness,
and will predictably refuse to accept criticism.

From an unabashedly dissolute and hopelessly depressing existence, then,
exudes this grave miasma of recorded experiences and illusory ramblings,
disastrous, destructive, or downright disheartening, much of which
reflects overwhelming disenchantment, disillusionment and despair.