Hello from the Monterey Bay area of CA, a biking paradise that I intend to take full advantage of, once I get back into shape.
I'm the mom of two grown children; my daughter, a dependent adult, and a son, who is in the Army and has just completed basic training.
I have to deal with Chronic Fatigue, so I found it very difficult to go out and bike often enough, but getting a bike trainer was very helpful, and now I can train as long as I want, and quit when I start getting too tired. If I overdo the training, I will lose ground, so I have to balance my training days just right to make any progress. And I am, thanks to the trainer.
A friend's husband gave me his old touring bike, (he switched to a recumbent) which is in very nice condition, though it needs some tweaking. The bike has seen many miles touring through Europe before it came into my possession.
The frame is a Supergo Access Pro (whatever that is) 21 speed Shimano gears and brakes, and custom Scott handlebars. I took off the worn out knobby tires, put on new city tires, and a Transit rear rack, and so forth. It needs new bike tape... It had two mirrors on it, so I could see which one worked the best, and now I'm down to one mirror. You can sort of see it in my avatar.
In high school, (I lived on bases overseas, namely Spain) I biked everywhere on a 10 speed, it was flat, and made it easy to go long distances. I used to take the back roads to the next town, just to sightsee. I loved it!
Back in the early 80s when I lived in NYC, I used a friend's ten speed Peugeot, which was really nice, and biked all around the city. Sometimes I wold get tired and bring the bike onto the subway, when it was late, and there weren't many people. I felt empowered on a bike, even riding down 5th Avenue at rush hour when I was making way better time than the people in cars! Ha!
Later in the 80s my mother owned a sporting goods store, and we sold bikes, my brother was a bike mechanic. I had a nice road bike that had a small gas powered engine that attached to the back wheel, so I could get up steep hills. It sounded like a lawn mower, but it was fun.
Didn't get back into serious biking until a few months ago when my son left home, and now I'm enjoying it. Even the pain is the good kind, better than the pain from not even working out at all, so I'd rather have the kind of pain that gies me a sense of accomplishment, and the riding always puts me in a better mood, as long as the drivers don't try to run me off the road.
Okay, that's it before this becomes a novel.