Fifteen years ago I didn't have a bike and hadn't ridden one in 10 years. At the time I had a job that involved a lot of driving and when it came round to our summer holidays I really didn't want to go anywhere by car. So, Mrs Creamcrackered suggested a cycling holiday. I thought it was a god awful idea - pedalling a loaded bike around and living out of a tent for two weeks. However, I couldn't come up with a better idea, so we bought a couple of cheap bikes and some camping gear, and jumped on the ferry to northern Spain - no shake down tour or anything loke that, we hadn't even cycled with the panniers on before we set off. Anyway, by Day 2 I was completely converted and haven't looked back since.