When we moved to the outskirts of a small town in the Ozarks, my Dad took up road biking. He had commuted in college, when he lived at home with his widowed mom, about 5 miles from school. He also nursed a love of sporty cars, but found that a bike was both a peaceful and convenient way to get around.
In the early 80's he did thorough research and bought a Fuji touring frame, which he rode many miles. He rode rollers for fitness in front of the TV, he rode for pleasure in the rolling hills of the Ozarks, he road to work 7 miles each way, often adding loops to increase his milage and just for the fun of it. He did a lot of research again and bought me and my brother matching Trek 420 bikes, complete with granny gears and biopace chainrings and helped me outfit mine with a blackburn rack and kickstand so that I could ride it to school and later to work.
He showed me how to remove the front wheel and properly lock a bike with a U lock, how to properly wash a bike, paraffin a chain, and change a tire on the side of the road.
More importantly than any specific bike skill he taught me, he got on his bike every day and rode to work, rain, shine, cold. Making time for a ride on the weekend was and remains a special treat for him in the middle of all the other tasks he takes on himself. (let's just say I learned a lot about home maintenance from him too).
For a while now he's been riding a recumbent. He just found it more comfortable for long rides than the Fuji. He's geared it super low, and even did the Triple Bypass in in Colorado, as well as an MS 150 we did together in Texas. He's retired now, and looking into maybe getting another bike- either a 'bent trike, or maybe a semi-recumbent with bigger wheels.
Thanks Dad, and wishing you many happy rides ahead.