I had neither training wheels nor a “training father” in that sense. I was told how to do it, watched when I tried — and succeeded, — then told to stay within the neighborhood. Age 5.
I learned the same way. At first I had no interest in a bike, but then the Varoom Cycle came out (it had a plastic replica of a motorcycle engine in the frame that made engine sounds) and my dad did the same thing for me.
That reminds me of when my dad raised the training wheels to the point of uselessness, but didn’t tell me until after I had been riding, essentially without them.
My dad pulled the same trick. Ran alongside with his arm out, but not actually touching the bike at all. More lessons about teaching in that moment than three years in college.
I honestly don’t remember “learning” to ride, but I do remember riding a bike too big for me and several accidents as a result. Learning that making decisions when turning has consequences. That where your feet are when you drop your bike has consequences. And that where and when you fall off your bike has consequences. I learned a lot by the age of eight.
Some years ago I crashed my recumbent bicycle in a fall on railroad tracks. My office sent me a package of papers for FMLA leave, insurance, disability payment (I broke my hip in the fall), and the rest, but the greatest thing, and my orthopedic surgeon walked in right after I had opened the box so he shared the laugh, too, was a pair of training wheels from the office smart-a—— ah, smart-aleck.
Templo S.U.D. almost 4 years ago
sweet
Gweedo -it's legal here- Murray almost 4 years ago
I had one of those, best way to go !
gammaguy almost 4 years ago
I had neither training wheels nor a “training father” in that sense. I was told how to do it, watched when I tried — and succeeded, — then told to stay within the neighborhood. Age 5.
Michael G. almost 4 years ago
“Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ … "
mauser7 almost 4 years ago
I learned the same way. At first I had no interest in a bike, but then the Varoom Cycle came out (it had a plastic replica of a motorcycle engine in the frame that made engine sounds) and my dad did the same thing for me.
almost 4 years ago
What a lovely strip today.
Boise Ed Premium Member almost 4 years ago
That reminds me of when my dad raised the training wheels to the point of uselessness, but didn’t tell me until after I had been riding, essentially without them.
g.iangoodson almost 4 years ago
My dad pulled the same trick. Ran alongside with his arm out, but not actually touching the bike at all. More lessons about teaching in that moment than three years in college.
bakana almost 4 years ago
My brothers & I didn’t get Bicycles until we were able to work & earn the money ourselves mowing lawns and doing other yardwork.
contralto2b almost 4 years ago
I honestly don’t remember “learning” to ride, but I do remember riding a bike too big for me and several accidents as a result. Learning that making decisions when turning has consequences. That where your feet are when you drop your bike has consequences. And that where and when you fall off your bike has consequences. I learned a lot by the age of eight.
winston5610 almost 4 years ago
Some years ago I crashed my recumbent bicycle in a fall on railroad tracks. My office sent me a package of papers for FMLA leave, insurance, disability payment (I broke my hip in the fall), and the rest, but the greatest thing, and my orthopedic surgeon walked in right after I had opened the box so he shared the laugh, too, was a pair of training wheels from the office smart-a—— ah, smart-aleck.