>>1155006>How did you get into riding, /n/?Which time? xD
When I was a kid, it was what you did. Of course nobody told me that riding a bike with 20" wheels and a bananna seat probably 60-70 miles was something you generally didn't do.
Then there was the shitty tenspeed from the thrift store my dad brought home (after my mother died he was involved with a woman that volunteered in a thrift store). Again: nobody told me that riding up a mountain (Mt. Diablo, to be precise) was unusual. Also nobody told me that 60+ miles per hour on the descent was unusual, especially on a rickety old tenspeed from a thrift store.
When I was in my 30's, I lost my drivers license for a little while, so I bought a Giant Boulder MTB, and rode that to work. After I got my license back, I kept riding it, because I was becoming a fatass and wanted to lose weight.
Nobody told me that riding 20-30 miles at a time, when you were 250+ pounds, was unusual.
At about that time I had friends who were also riding recreationally, led by a friend who lives in the Santa Cruz mountains area. He was the 'real cyclist' of the group. Very inspiring to the rest of us. I kinda took his fitness as a cyclist as a challenge, in a friendly sort of way. Nobody told me it was unusual for a guy who, at one point in time was over 300 pounds, to be climbing thousands of feet of elevation gain in a day, over the course of a 60-70 mile ride.
Eventually, through the bike shop of the brother of my friend in the Santa Cruz mountains area, I got an actual road bike, a Trek Pilot 2.1. I rode with my buddy when I could (he's over 100 miles away, I live in Sacramento), but I enjoyed what I was doing, and rode whenever I could.
No one told me it was unusual for someone who was never athletic before in his life, and previously over 300 pounds, to start riding Century events.
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