Bike rides with my dad. My dad was a real exercise guy—before “fitness” was cool. Back then, there was a little seat in the front of the bike, that hooked on between the handle bars and the rider. No helmets, no seatbelts, just his arms reaching across the handle bars for my security. He took me on bike rides all over the place. 93 years old and he still walks a mile a day, and lifts weights.