It has been the summer when I remembered that I did actually have one, gathering dust, from the days before I had kids.
With my oldest son now six and obsessed with the Tour de France, it seemed the right time to get back on my own bike so that we could go on cycle rides together and make it a family thing.
Louis was making his own Tour de France Top Trumps playing cards when I asked him if he wanted to do the nine-mile freshnlo Pedal for Scotland family ride from Kirkliston to Murrayfield. He was ecstatic, and couldn't wait to get out "training" and become the next Chris Froome. This began with outings - since I hadn't yet fixed my dusty old neglected bike - with me running and him cycling. His energy seemed boundless but since I'm no marathon runner, we weren't going very far.
But I could see the way getting on his bike opened up his relationship to where we live, Leith, and his idea of where he could get under his own steam. We still haven't done nine miles together, but I reckon he won't be giving up easily. As for me, at least I've got my bike fixed. It's just a matter of persuading my husband and four-year-old to get on their own two wheels.
The Nissan Micra was a great little car but I can't believe that when I bought it in 1993 I gave up cycling. It was, the Biggest Mistake of My Life - and believe me that's not an uncontested category. Until then the bicycle had been my default means of getting about. After the car I didn't turn a pedal for 12 or 13 years. I should have been locked up, rather like that last Raleigh, in a dark shed.
I only returned to my senses after my football playing days fizzled out. His 'n' hers hybrids were swiftly followed by a decent Trek road bike and a successful attempt at the Etape Caledonia event.
My wife, Julie, who first greeted the Trek with a contemptuous "you'll never use that" also caught the bug. For the past few years we've suffered together in our own private Spring Classics: wet and windswept rides in February, March and April over the Crow Road, around the Borders abbeys and through the Angus glens - to prepare for the Etape. Fit-ish by mid-May, our cycling summers and autumns are a breeze.
I've not ridden the Pedal for Scotland 110-mile Sportive before. We're going into it with plenty of miles, including a 140 mile audax in admittedly un-Alpine Lincolnshire under our belts, so we're not too worried about the distance. I'm not expecting an easy ride, though.
For all my weekends in the saddle, I still can't climb and my pace is pretty pedestrian. Don't get me wrong, I want to honour The Herald and Sunday Herald cycling jersey tomorrow - but I'll still be fitting lights to my bike.
I had grand plans for the 2013 Pedal for Scotland, determined I would make the step-up from the 47-mile challenge ride to the 110-mile Sportive. First a back injury hampered my training, then being laid low with a lingering virus further compounded a lack of miles in the legs.
A slight wobble in confidence last week saw me talk of pulling out, but then I watched American swimmer Diana Nyad complete the treacherous 110-mile crossing from Cuba to Florida on her fifth attempt.
She was in the water for 53 hours. I'm hoping that I will be in the saddle for slightly less tomorrow, huffing and puffing my way through the Southern Uplands. I'll be joining Magnus Gardham in fitting lights to my bike though.
Every year I set myself a goal and for 2013 it was to improve my fitness. In February, I took up mountain biking, starting slowly with a few circuits around the block before heading out on a longer trip around the Dalmany Estate in South Queensferry, eight miles in total and I was instantly hooked. The following week I headed to the Glentress Forest, near Peebles, to meet up with some friends who guided me around the blue/red mountain biking trails.
I slowly started to clock up the miles on the road. I soon realised that the mountain bike probably wasn't best suited to this and bought a road bike. I've now had the road bike for six weeks and have managed to accumulate a fair number (562 miles to be exact). I try to get out at least three times a week, cycling on average 30 miles with a longer ride at the weekend. Two stone lost and couple of inches off round the middle, I'm definitely ready for a challenge.
This time last year, I'd only had my new bike for a week. I had been cycling to work, a couple of miles each way, on a heavy black Falcon that still bore its Made in West Germany label.
I bought an entry level Trek Lexa as I wasn't sure I would be able to haul the steel-framed Falcon over the 47 miles from Glasgow to Edinburgh. It was not only my first cycling event, it was also my first long ride. Since then, I have never looked back. I was back on the bike the next weekend and have been out for a long ride pretty much every Sunday since. Just a few hours after completing last year's 47 mile challenge, I signed up for the 110 mile Sportive.
My husband bought himself a road bike, and we have scoured the countryside around Glasgow, visiting coffee shops from Stewarton to Kilmacolm, on long rides.
We competed in our first duathlon - a wonderful event called the Corrieyairick Challenge in Fort Augustus. I've moved house and upped my commute to 10 miles a day and incorporated a week night ride as well as a weekend long ride.
I've never cycled 110 miles in one go before. In fact, I've never cycled further than 60 miles, but I'm looking forward to the challenge.
I got back on my bike four years ago, after a lengthy lay-off, in an attempt to get back in shape. I commute to work whenever possible - a journey of seven or eight miles along the River Clyde Walkway - and spend what little spare time I get in the saddle.
Alas, I am still not exactly in tip-top condition but I am going to attempt to complete the 110 mile Sportive.
I have done the 47-mile challenge ride the past two years and it inspired me to invest in a road bike. Having previously only ever owned a cumbersome mountain bike, riding on skinny tyres has been an eye-opening experience.
With BikeBrain and Strava apps installed on my iPhone, I have improved my average speeds and distances covered in recent months. The personal records achieved and even, on rare occasions, leaderboard placings recorded over Strava's "segments" are endlessly entertaining. Not sure how I will fare over 110 miles. Praying for clement weather.
I swear I'm getting slower. Each time I've attempted Pedal for Scotland I've blamed it on the bike, the state of the roads or the wind and rain. But come rain or shine I will be at that starting line because I love this event. It is absolutely fantastic when you pull into Glasgow Green and see the thousands of bikes. For one day, the roads are ours. I just wish it happened more often.
Find out how our riders got on in next weekend's magazine.