At some point, riding hooked you. It grew from an activity motivated by fun, health, or utility, to a healthy affliction that you’ll never live without. It went from being something you did to being part of who you are.
Maybe it happened when you were a kid, racing through the bracing air on your way to school. Or later in life when you crossed the finish line of your first century. Maybe it was the first time you caught air. Whatever the catalyst, riding bikes got under your skin. We get it. It happened to us, too.