One Christmas I was given a 10-speed from Santa (I actually still have it out in my garage today).  During the Summer months, I would almost literally wake up, get on my bike and stay there pretty much the rest of the day and into the evening, until it was time to go home. I hate to run, but put my on a bicycle and I'll go (when in much better shape than I am currently) for miles (and miles and miles). I was all over the neighborhood.  I would ride all over our ward and even got a bit daring and started to ride all over my home town.  One time a friend and I were riding several miles from my house when my Dad drove by in his old beat up tile truck.  I figured that I was in deep trouble, but instead he honked, we waved and kept on riding.  We ended up not too far from where I live now, which for a kid on a bike is quite a ways. Another time I was riding around a neighborhood in our area early one morning.  The girl that I "liked" at the time lived there (yes, I spent a lot of time riding around in that neighborhood and yes I was a young and dumb kid).  As I turned the corner headed towards her house, her dad came around the corner (I'm guessing he was headed to work because it really was that early in the morning).  I was going pretty fast and took the corner a bit too wide and nearly ran right into the front of his car.  Thankfully he had good brakes. July was one of my favorite months because that was when the Tour de France (and Winbledon was also wrapping up, but that's a story for another day) was held and I would read the paper each day checking out the results (yes, I'm old.  The Internet didn't exist back then).  I remember cheering for Greg Lemond and dreaming of one day riding in just such a tour.  It was of course like many young kids dreams, just a dream, but I've never lost my love for cycling, just the time (and fitness) to do so. So this week when I started hearing rumors about Lance Armstrong coming out of retirement, I was intrigued to say the least.  Well it's official, he is coming out of retirement. I think that it's great and I really hope that he can get back on top.  I just hate to see some of these people come out of retirement and not be on top of their sport, because it tends to take a bit off of what I remember them to be. So Good Luck Lance, LIVEStrong!  You may even inspire me to get back on a bike, I just need to find one sturdy enough.