New here, but more than five decades a cyclist, starting in 1961, as a seven year old kid visiting folks down the road, in rural New Zealand.
The kids there had bikes, so I decided to have a go. After a couple of tries, I wobbled off and soon got the hang of it, then we got the call to lunch.
After lunch we went out to play on the bikes again. The others headed off down a hill, and I followed, knowing only a little about changing direction, and even less about brakes. I crashed into a barbed wire fence, catapulted over the top. My fall was broken by a prickly blackberry bush.
I went back inside, seeking sympathy from my parents, but got none. They were enjoying tea and gossip, or whatever. So I went back out, and by the end of the afternoon I had brakes and changing direction fairly well sussed.
In due course I got a bicycle of my own, and since then cycling has remained my preferred means of transport for local trips, within 10 - 15 km of home. For longer distances I usually use a motorcycle…. I have lived in four different countries and cycled in many more, I guess about 20.
Cycling (and motorcycling) is primarily a way of getting around for me. I am interested in the sport side of things to some extent, but have little time for the "I've got a flash bike and all the gear" thing.
I own neither a cycle helmet, nor a scrap of lycra. This has been my day to day ride for the past decade: