From the first time my dad let go of the handlebars and let me fly down Madison Street without training wheels, I loved that magical feeling of whee! I always had a bicycle or two until this one stretch of my life in my mid-thirties. I got busy and career-oriented. Too busy for fun, I guess. Then one day right after I got fired from a job I didn't like, suddenly finding myself with a little too much spare time, I walked into a bike shop and bought a cruiser. It was red and heavy and had spongy handlebars. I hopped on that thing and rediscovered my happiness. I about wore that bike out. And I haven't been without a bicycle or two since.