Originally Posted by cranky old dude

The only happiness I had growing up was the time spent on my bike
in my teen years. It was the only escape I had from a miserable childhood
environment of growing up in a house where I obviously was unwanted, and
felt totally unloved. Back then I had wished I'ld never even been born and
came close to doing something about it a couple of times.

So these days my aimless wandering on any of my bikes brings me back to those
old feelings of peaceful stolen moments from a miserable first 18 years or
so. Good old Rock will take me back to my late teens and early 20's where also
I had almost total freedom and escape from those old childhood problems, only
back then I was sitting in a bar guzzling ales.

So for me it's riding a bike and good old Rock & Roll, and occasionally the fisrt sip
of a nice cold beer.