Remember how much fun you had on those as a kid? Our house was at the top of a hill, on a dead end street, we would spend hours riding down the hill. I can still remember the spinouts and skined knees...
cycletourist, you also found a recumbent for the fiexed gear crowd...
"When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking." - Arthur Conan Doyle