I can relate to this. . . from the quest I went through to find my PASSION for the ride.

I first experienced that at 15, and stupidly threw it away. Odd times through adulthood, I went after it again, to no avail.

I didn't touch a bike from age 16-1/2 until 26, from 28 to 34; the few times I DID were a letdown. I was beginning to think I'd never find it again.

Until a morning in January, 2001, sneaking up on 42-y-o; a few days after a snowfall, with mostly clear roads (that I wasn't ready to ride on, being apprehensive about stupid and impatient drivers) and sidewalks full of plowed drifts. My old rigid MTB, the "green Monster", was occasional horse for the 7-mile commute. I was a bit 'rash' that morning, deciding to ride in temps in the low teens. Bundled in my insulated coveralls, I headed out. A mile from work, I decided to 'be a kid', and rolled over a frozen plowdrift about 2 feet or so high. . . .

And there it was. I was suddenly AT HOME on the bike again!

I've never looked back, and I've never lost it.

All of my teen skills never regenerated -- can't seem to ride no-handed any more -- but it's been a wonderful rollercoaster for the last twelve years!

Once the foundation is there, you can rebuild the structure any way you want to. You just have to do it, ONE STEP AT A TIME.

ENJOY it, that's the first key!