The first year that we lived in Columbus, Ohio, corresponded with the first year that I owned a mountain bike. We did our normal New Year's Eve partying, and got home at about 3:00 in the morning. I woke up at about 11:00, and in an effort to allay my hangover, I got on my bike and took a ride.
Oddly, the exercise made me feel better, and I decided that taking a ride on the first day of the year might be a good idea. So, I made a tradition of it, even though I rarely do any partying on new Year's Eve, nowadays. In the past 24 years, I have only missed a couple of New Year's Day rides because I was out of town without a bike (and, once, I was sick).
For a while, I incorporated the mountain bike club into the ride. These last few years, I have let it be known that I would leave from the coffee shop at a certain time, and I invited anyone who wanted to go to accompany me. But, the last two years have been disappointing. Last year, only one person showed up. So, this year, I just took a little ride by myself.
I like starting the year with a ride. It just seems to set a good precedent for the year.