Interesting question…
I used to cycle in London and that was a bit of a cult thing: racing other riders between lights, cutting up drivers. But really that was just 'fun' transport.
Then I used a bike to ride over the hills to my nearest pool, swim 60 lengths and cycle back. A round trip of 10 miles five days a week. That was all about getting to the pool, certainly not the ride (jeans, shirt, no hemet!).
Years later, when the fitness of my twenties started to fade, I dug out the same old bike (horrid rigid thing) and rode up into the same hills. Within a month I was out every night and loving it. So much so that I bought my first premium steel front suss hardtail. That was as close to a religious experience as I've had.
I still can't explain the shift from seeing the bike as mere transport to regarding it as an almost mystical pleasure…weird!