Ever since getting back into cycling in 1989, I had fancied cycling from my house in West Yorkshire to visit my parents in Coventry. I'd worked out a fantastic route taking in the local hills, Holme Moss, Snake Pass and a great swathe of the Peak District. It was about 140 very hilly miles - a nicely challenging route.
The problem was my elderly father. I knew that if I did the ride while he was still alive, I would have got endless criticism for it ... how stupid I had been, what risks I had taken, how much it worried him and my mum, how could I be so selfish etc.
So, I waited for the old chap to pop his clogs and did the ride the following year! I took the precaution of not telling my mum that I was cycling down. She thought I was travelling by train and looked very shocked when I rolled up in full cycling kit.
I told her what a great ride it had been. I still don't think that she 'got it' but at least she didn't criticise me for doing what I loved.
I forget how different some people's mindset is. I've had a bizarre conversation with a driver who wanted to know how I would get back from a cafe 10 miles from home! They thought that the 10 mile ride out would have left me so exhausted that I would be stranded, whereas I thought it was a wind-up! The same kind of people think that a 5 mile stroll is something only elite athletes could manage ...