December 1993(28 years) I washed in the Jordan seven times and my left arm grew back. 1994 was a great year. My job had left Fairchild, and I had almost nothing to do for six months. So I rode my bicycle. My training plan that year was to suffer. I'd been on a steady downhill slide since I got married, but this year, I reversed the trend, and lost so much weight I was lighter than air. I had to carry this fork with me, or I'd float away. And I became a super-strong cyclist at the ripe old age of 28.