Actually my mom got me started... OK so my mom's has never ever been on a bike and well, that's why it was great for me.

As a little kid, my mom and I didn't get along (she was physically abusive) and getting out on my bike and going for hours and hours was one way I could get away from her. To me it meant freedom and I've never lost that feeling. I had been riding as long as I have memories.

Now my seriousness about cycling comes and goes and some years I've only been a casual recreational rider, but I've never lost my joy and passion for riding. I hope I never do. To this day my mom (who is still alive and very well - I say meanness and nastiness keeps the spirit going - unfortunately) still can't believe I do all those long miles on a bike - she just doesn't get it and never will. Her loss my gain I say.