Back in the 1970s, when I nearly took up competitive cycling as a teenager, I was a failrly regular reader of Cycling, then the weekly cycle sport magazine in the UK (known colloquially as The Comic). Of course, I went off to University and discovered a variety of youthful interests that put paid to any serious involvement in cycling as a sport. My memory of Cycling at that time was of a black and white newspaper like magazine, printed on pulpy paper, but full of stories about the great time triallists of the era.
Fast forward about 15 years. I had just spent the last four years of the 1980s working in a lab in London, when the whole lab moved to Scotland, lock stock and barrel. I decided to get a bit more exercise as a largely sedentary lifestyle had filled me out somewhat, and what better way than to take up cycling again, and explore the Scottish countryside. I bought a bike, and started buying Cycling Weekly (as it was known by then) again. Having plucked up the courage to join a local cycling club, I finally started racing club then open time trials.