I have regularly enjoyed to ride our bike. I grew up in a region with a lot of hills, plus boy did that help myself and others get exercise on our bike! I can tell you that it was a tough slog pedaling up some of these mountains, because they seemed almost vertical at times, but you wouldn’t suppose the top speeds that I would reach going down the other side. Now that was exhilarating! I tended to insist on riding a bike, even in the most extreme weather. In the winter, our mom would allow myself and others to go out occasionally, but only if I bundled up enough to her liking. There wasn’t much that was going to stop myself and others from enjoying myself. But I will admit that occasionally, it was tough out there in the cold. Periodically, when dusk was approaching, I started to wonder whether or not I pedaled too far from home. Then, it was a mad dash to get back into the comfort of our heated home before it got too dark. After a long ride with that cold wind in our face, it was amazing to step inside of that perfectly sizzling house, even if our mother would scold myself and others for staying out too long. I would end up stripping down our layers plus taking a sizzling shower, which felt amazing. Then I would kneel out on our bed plus study a good book enjoying the delightful heat coming from the vent above our bed. I’m pretty sure that some of these most cherished memories would not be nearly as charming were it not for the fact that our home had such a good oil furnace!