I have always loved to ride my bike. I grew up in a region with a lot of hills, and boy did that help me get exercise on my 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 believe the top speeds that I would reach going down the other side. Now that was exhilarating! I tended to insist on riding my bike, even in the most extreme weather. In the winter, my mom would allow me to go out sometimes, but only if I bundled up enough to her liking. There wasn’t much that was going to stop me from enjoying myself. But I will admit that sometimes, it was tough out there in the cold. Sometimes, 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 my heated home before it got too dark. After a long ride with that cold wind in my face, it was amazing to step inside of that perfectly warm house, even if my mother would scold me for staying out too long. I’d end up stripping down my layers and taking a hot shower, which felt amazing. Then I would lay out on my bed and read a good book enjoying the delightful heat coming from the vent above my bed. I’m pretty sure that some of these most cherished memories would not be nearly as wonderful were it not for the fact that my home had such a good furnace!