I've had a heavy flu and haven't been able to get the bike out. "Never mind, it's not a matter of life and death" says the wife, a bit sick of my complaining. "Actually, you're right" I say after a moment's reflection, "it's much more serious than that." My (grown up) daughter asks me why I'm so obsessed with riding. "Do you remember what it felt like to go out on your bicycle when you were a kid?" I ask. "Sure, freedom" she says. "Well, that." It's a beautiful thing we do guys. And a privilege. Never take it for granted. You don't have to ride fast and scrape pegs. Just being out there on two wheels in the open air is reward enough. Like being on a bicycle, remember?