How did you learn to ride a bicycle? Was it easy for you
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Painfully. I was 4 or 5. We had a short, steep driveway that we weren’t allowed to ride on. A neighbor with a long, level driveway and a son my age invited my mother and I over so that I could learn to ride without training wheels. The idea was that their son was about the same age and had just recently learned there and I’d pick it up quickly imitating him.
Nice idea. In theory.
The first few trips up and down the driveway were made with my mother or the neighbor holding me and walking alongside warbling encouragingly so as to get me used to the feel of the bike without training wheels. Their son would ride along excitedly, shouting that it was really easy. After a couple trips, everybody pronounced me good to go. I wasn’t so sure, but I really wanted to experience the freedom I could clearly see the other boy enjoying.
We lined up at the end of the driveway. He tried to explain how to start with one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal. I wasn’t exactly sure how that was going to work, but I didn’t want to appear frightened or confused (I was both). He shouted “Ready?” I nodded. He shouted “Marks, get set, GO!!” And took off. I hesitated so that I could mimic exactly what I had observed him do, and then launched myself after him. I don’t actually remember what my body did but I do remember the vision of him propelling himself down the driveway away from me and feeling there was no way I was going to let him beat me to the other end.
I remember hearing shouts of encouragement from the parents, and remember rapidly closing the gap that the other boy had on me. The next thing I remember was plowing into his rear wheel and the sound of metal scraping and a feeling of intense pain in my knees and hands.
Somehow, he managed to stay upright.
We kept at this for a few more tries, with the mothers fussing over my rapidly growing collection of cuts and scrapes and my mother suggesting maybe we should go home. I insisted I was fine and stubbornly refused to admit defeat. My mother finally put an end to it after one particularly spectacular run that end in a long, sliding crash.
Well, at least their driveway was concrete instead of asphalt.
Technically, I didn’t really learn to ride a bike that day, but I’m sure I got the basic idea. I remember being bandaged up and totally disinterested in riding a bike for some time after.
The method I used to teach all my kids was to find a gentle, grassy slope and run along holding them upright on a bike they could easily touch the ground with both feet while seated on the saddle. I only let go if I was certain they were in control of the bike and demonstrated that they knew how to stop the bike. We’d keep it up as long as they felt comfortable and stop if they ever felt at all fearful. I’ve seen the same approach used for adults. Worst injury I’ve seen was a bruised elbow: my oldest daughter got ahead of herself, started rolling pretty fast, and, for some reason, leaned to one side. The bike started to go down, and she hung on to the handlebars with a death grip as the bike tipped over and her elbow smacked into some hard packed soil. I always scanned the slope for, and removed any rocks and filled in any holes, but the spot where she fell I hadn’t noticed..
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