What a wonderful, warming, real thread! Cycling’s been an important part of my life since I was a little kid – the best means of transport, the best way to get some thrills, to explore, to get far away (or that’s how it felt at the time), to meet mates, to be on your own.
I grew up (sort of), worked in a bike shop, lived, loved, raced, explored, ate, sleep and drank bikes. Then it wore off a bit, then I got back into it and started to love it again.
Recovering from my brain surgery almost 5 years ago now, cycling became pivotal to my recovery. I remember emailing my mum shortly after I was allowed to cycle again to tell her I’d ridden to the post box and back. That’s all of a 1/3rd of a mile. I was so chuffed. I had a Roadrat then that became my independence. Bear in mind I’d get to the shops and forgot why I’d gone there, but I gradually built up my miles and explored more. I started recording all my rides in 2010 and have continued to do so to date, but it’s only really the last 6 months or so that I’ve started to “train” at times on the bike, so that means the vast majority of the 4000+ miles I did last year must have been for the heck of it.
I don’t need to ride 22 miles each way to work, but it’s fun, so I do it once a week. I ride from the door, on the road, off road, more often than not on my own, but it’s riding without an agenda that’s helped me get better, helped make me who I am and I genuinely don’t know what I’d have done without that opportunity.