I’ve had some sort of wheels all my life. Trikes were a natural progression from sitty-pushy things, bikes from there, and I’ve always had a bike of some sort ever since. Longest period away was over a winter season in BC, when the ground conditions weren’t conducive to riding bikes!
They’re such a brilliant and invention, and so satisfying to ride. Sometimes I’ll see someone riding a bike when I’m walking, and I’ll just yearn for the simple feeling of pushing on the pedals, the movement, and the wind in my face.
I’ve had my mountain bike for 11/12 years, and I’d never sell it. Far too emotionally attached. It’s a bit of hotch potch anyway, and it’d be depressing to find out how much it’s worth!
I’m sure I’ll have time away from riding in the future, you never know what’s around the corner, but the concept of “giving up” doesn’t quite make sense to me. It’d be like saying I’m going to give up going outdoors.
It’ll always be there, and I’ll always love it.