In the early 2000s, I got in my bike. It was a windy day and I tried riding but it was so windy that a guy was casually walking along at the same speed I was riding! It was most bizarre and I figured "What's the point of riding at that speed, I might as well walk!"
So I left the bike alone.
... until a couple of years later. It was Spring, the sun was out, and I was gardening. My bike was leaning against the shed and I caught a glimpse of it. Right there and then, I put down my gardening tool, got on the bike, and went for a ride of around 20 minutes. I could have gone further but I stopped myself so as to not get too tired. The following day, another ride, a bit longer and this went on daily. Then I started going out twice a day on weekends and sometimes even three or four times a day on weekends. I used to rush home from work and get straight on the bike and out I went.
And the rest is history.