I have regularly enjoyed to ride my bike. I grew up in a region with a lot of hills, as well as boy did that help myself and others 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 guess 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 dire weather. In the winter, my mom would allow myself and others to go out sometimes, but only if I bundled up enough to his liking. There wasn’t much that was going to stop myself and others 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 lake condo before it got too dark. After a long ride with that frigid wind in my face, it was amazing to step inside of that perfectly sizzling house, even if my mother would frigid myself and others for staying out too long. I had end up stripping down my layers as well as taking a sizzling shower, which felt amazing. Then I would lay out on my bed as well as study a nice 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 lake condo had such a nice gas furnace!