Bikes started out as my first escape vehicle from daily existence, which was pretty bleak at times. After meeting the gal who would become my wife and moving to a location that allowed for much more opportunity, I quit riding for a long time to concentrate on family. I had only started to dabble in cycling again when the diabetes issue crept into the picture. The exercise component of cycling helps deal with a bit of that damage. I have not been a terribly active cyclist the last two years, but my health is dictating I change that.
iIt's still impossible not to feel that sense of escape and freedom when i throw my leg over a bike for a ride. Memories of riding around NW New York state and SW Montana as a youth/teenager coming flowing back into focus.