What put me off for years was the belief that Edinburgh cycling was too dangerous and too difficult.
I found it a little too hairy back in the late 90's when I was a student because drivers were so unaware of cyclists. The difficulty part was because I was a competitive powerlifter and you just can't fit a cyclist and a 1-rep squatter on the same pair of legs.
A decade passed, my knees gave up because of the aforementioned powerlifting, or more accurately because I pushed myself too hard for too long. Getting strong by means of a progressive squat/bench/deadlift workout with the other heavy compound lifts chin/dip/clean is something I cannot recommend highly enough. Do it lightly for six months, then hammer yourself for a year and you are set for life - even if you never touch a weight again, you will never be a weakling. Don't do it for ten years.
So, I get X-rayed and dignosed with arthritis at age 33, needed something to keep in shape and a friend suggested cycling, since she goes everywhere on her powder-blue Pashley Poppy and assured me it was fine riding in town these days. Seen a girl in a pink helmet, blue Pashley, Morningside/Bruntsfield? That's her.
I get my sister's old racer down from its hook* and find it's still running okay, and give it a go. This is May of this year.
To my surprise I've found that cycling cuts my travel time per day from 1hr 45min to 55min, and that drivers are now very aware and generally considerate. With the exception of low/mid range BMW/Merc/Audi owners and those black-caged meter-incensed murderers the name of whose trade I shall not utter here.
I cannot believe I ever tolerated waiting at bus stops. The few times I've had to get one since May, I've stood and twitched on the pavement thinking about the rapidly increasing percentage of the journey I'd have completed if I'd been on the bike.
The big test is going to be winter. I'm pretty coldproof as long as I'm mobile - typically it's got to be sub-zero before I can wear more than a T-shirt if I'm walking uphill, so that's a plus. It's the rain that's going to break me, if anything does.
*The previous owner of my flat was a cyclist who'd built a rack for six bikes in what I use as a study. Thusly, my Dad's bike is hanging a few feet beside me. I wonder if I'm going to move the computer desk so I can hang n+1's from the other hooks....