Seems like I’ve always loved riding bicycles. I can’t remember when I first learned how or who taught me how but I was pretty young… maybe six or seven i guess. I had at least a couple of bikes from the time that I learned up until about the end of junior high when i stopped riding. I guess I was about 13 or 14.
It happens. You know, you get older and life gets consumed with other interests or priorities and often the things that we once loved as a kid fall to the way side.
I got involved in youth league baseball, then band, then girls and cars. College was next, then I joined the military. I got married had a kid and like 50 percent of most couples I got divorced.
Luckily for me I only worked a mile away from my house cuz the wife took the little truck we had and the 1972 VW bug I had was going into the shop. I had just gotten my re-enlistment bonus and I was gonna beef that little engine up. But I needed a way to get around because the old timer who was doing the rebuild said it would take about a month.
So I bought myself a bicycle. I remember exactly what it was even though it was almost 20 years ago. It was a Raleigh M-20 mountain bike. Pretty bare bones for the most part but it was my transportation for almost six weeks.
I got my V-dub back and the short-lived time on my mountain became just that… short lived. I sold her off in a garage sale a few years later and I didn’t think much about riding after that. I guess that was about 1998.
A couple of years later though, I got into running triathlons and bought a crummy little road bike. It was an old Schwinn Varsity… big, heavy clunky thing. I did that for two or three years and then life took over again and I sold it in a garage sale.
Another dry spell in riding happened then another bicycle, then a dry spell and then I’d get into it again. I rode in the Houston to Austin MS150 a few times but my last time to do that I think was 2008.