My Mom had a bike but only rode it occasionally.
My Dad was a bike commuter in the 70’s – 80’s until they moved his job across the bay. He had an orange three speed with rusty metal baskets on the back.
Later on he got a Trek hybrid that he rode for pleasure. Sometimes he would disappear on a Sunday afternoon ride while we all waited hungrily at home for him to grill dinner. As I got older we would ride together. He died about fourteen years ago. I wish I had spent more time riding with him. You always think there will be enough time…