Originally posted by PhlabibitAt 5 years of age my parents decided it was time for me to learn to ride a bicycle. I don't know where the bicycle came from, I just remember not being able to reach the seat and the pedals at the same time. On the gravel road in front of our house, Dad pushed me off towards Mom waiting down the road. On the first attempt the bike may as well have been riderless as gravity immediately sucked it to the road. Dad then explained that I have to turn the wheel in the direction the bike is falling and how if a fall is inevitable I might want to put a leg out to prevent injury - Push off #2 a quick turn 90º turn... same result as first try, except to the opposite side with leg extended. After the "Well don't turn it that far!" attempt #3 was a series of "s" swerves eventually leveling out to a continuous wobble. It was not explained that one could stop pedaling without crashing and I saw mothers smile fade as I passed by at good speed. It must have been hilarious for the neighbors to see her chasing me down the road yelling instructions on how to use the brake. Backpedal? I steered up into a yard and bailed.
Like that title? Me too.
Where were you, what year was it... and what bike were you on when you learned to ride a bike?
It must have been about 1972 or 3, I was at my uncle's house next to my place and there was a huge hill. The grass was deep and soft, as the house was right next to a creek that often flooded.
When I say the hill was huge, I tires next cuz he figured I wasn't going to get killed on the Schwinn.
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Originally posted by xsThere should also be a 'how did you learn to swim' thread for people who got tossed in the lake, pond, river, ocean, pool when they were a kid.
At 5 years of age my parents decided it was time for me to learn to ride a bicycle. I don't know where the bicycle came from, I just remember not being able to reach the seat and the pedals at the same time. On the gravel road in front of our house, Dad pushed me off towards Mom waiting down the road. On the first attempt the bike may as well been riderless as gr ...[text shortened]... ling instructions on how to use the brake. Backpedal? I steered up into a yard and bailed.
I'll also need to find the pictures of my dad driving cross-country with us standing on the seats of the car and him drinking a beer.
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I remember learning to ride my first bike: a Raleigh 14 given to me by my cousin in North Wales....I was about 7. A week later I came off over the handle bars and was found lying on the verge by some gorgeous lad called Andrew Lennon (sigh). He carried me home in his arms like a knight in shining armour. 🙂
Helmet!? Helmet!? What the hell is a helmet?
But seriously, I have never worn a helmet when riding...
I have 2 semi funny stories about my bike. Here goes.
I can remember learning to ride a bike when I was 5 or 6 years old. The one memory that stands out is when my dad pushed me really fast and I kept going and pedaling and I started screaming "I'm riding! I'm riding! I'm ri--" boom right into the ground. Funny now, but not back then.
Second, not technically mine, but funny altogether. My little brother is 18 months younger than me. He had this tricycle that he ADORED. One day my older brother decides to get on it, and can barely move his legs cuz the pedals are too close to him. Well anyways, my little brother sees this and makes a beeline for him, jumps on the back of the tricyle and starts HEADBUTTING my older brother screaming "GET...OFF...MY...BIKE!!!!!"