Like most, as a kid I was never off a bike. Used to go to the local tip to pick up old bikes to fettle and ride. Had the usual for a 70's kid. a Chopper (Yellow) and a Grifter. Joined a road club in my teens, gave that up quickly as didn't really like it. But stayed cycling until I was 24, commuting to work. Bike got stolen, only one I had so just didn't bother getting another one. Job I got (Band tour management) meant was away from home a lot and also had a young child taking up a lot of time so cycling was forgotten about. Roll on a few years, turned 40. Bit of a mid life crisis. Too much booze, drugs, food and the good life had taken it's toll. I was a porky unfit 15 and half stone. Needed to do something about it. Had just moved to a new house which was a mile and a half from the nearest train station. So decided to get a bike again. Thinking it would be, well.... just like riding a bike. Getting to the station was easy enough, it was down hill. Getting back was tough. 7 minute ride, half hour to recover. Mrs Ian thought I was going to have a heart attack by the way I looked. But I kept it up. The cycling distances got longer and longer. Crap food and booze took a back seat (drugs was given up years ago). The weight dropped off and am now more fitter then since my early 20's. since turning 40 I have averaged over 10,000 miles cycled for the last 3 years and am target for the same this year. And a fully paid up member of the Mamil club and proud of it.