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My Dad was an avid cyclist but he never pushed me when I was a kid. I was always interested in bikes through what he used to do. I went out biking with my buddies loads, not MTB but just on whatever bike we had at the time. When 14 I got heavily into racing sailing dinghies, nothing to do with my parents (they didn't sail) and carried this on heavily until my I had my first child. When I was in my teens my bke was justa method of getting from A to B with a bit of fun rolled in. I even had my rigid MTB in Sheffield while I was at uni and didn't even know anything about the MTB culture there. I didn't even venture off road (sad, something I regret to this day), the bike was still a commuter vessel. It wasn't until a few drinking buddies suggested I come riding MTB with them (on the same bike) that I properly got into MTB at 28 years old. It sorted me out big style, I have lost about 3 stone, ride two or three times a week. I have now have my own kids and drag the round the single track in my bike trailer at every oppertunity. They may or may not end up being bikers. I love nothing more than then to take up biking but as long as they are happy then who cares. When I speak with my dad about biking every week, I can see the smile in his face; that is what matters. After all those years in the void, he can see I have the passion he had when he was younger. I am pleased about that. but he never did push me into it,; I just found my way there by hook or by crook.