I had a mate in school who lived a long way from school and had to get the coach in. Another friend suggested we ride to his one weekend day. So despite being forbidden when I mooted the idea, I got up very early, snuck my Panther ( a Chopper copy), out of the shed and armed with an A to Z, a canvas rucksack and some crappy Pifco lights, set off on an adventure that would start me on my cycling career. I won't say what happened when I got back but I was in for it, luckily it didn't put me off.
That journey became a regular one, the bikes got better, the times got faster as my mate started doing it too in reverse and a competitive element entered into it.