So how did you learn to ride a bike?

I wasn't sure where to put this, in the "new riders" in the "adventure stories" or.. well, I decided open topic.

I bet that some of you have some really exciting stories about learning to ride a bike. and learning early, too.
I'll start with my story; it's not amazing, but it's mine.

I was a great bike rider on my trike. I remember being invincible.

Then my father got me a bike (PINK) with training wheels when I was about 7. It was okay until they started trying to teach me to ride with only 2 wheels. I have vivid memories of adult men pushing me (screaming) at top speed down the sidewalk. After long minutes of serious trauma, I gave up. (it was worse than being a tandem stoker!!!)

So now i am 9 years old. My father bought me a new bike. It's a blue beautiful grown up looking bike..it looks too big but it's not. He takes me to a vacant lot and gets on the bike. he says "this is all you have to do" and he takes it for a spin.
My turn. I get on the bike... and i'm off!! it felt so wonderful. no fear, no
falling, no pressure. just the wonderful feeling of bike wheels spinning.
My father gave me some magic, I'm sure..
and here i am 54 years old and I still love the way it feels to float down the road on bike tires.

Your story?

I honestly don't remember. :confused:

I always had the trike's and bikes with training wheels. I remember being 8 when my cousins(we are all like sisters, really) decided it was time for the training wheels to come off. I kept riding & falling & was crying & everything because they were forcing me to learn.

Finally, my cousing Jenny came up to me & told me "ok, they all tried to teach me that way too, what works is pretending you are the Little Engine that Could, just keep saying "I think I can, I think I can" and pedal. Funniest thing is that it actually worked & by that afternoon we were biking to the local convenience store for ice cream.

I'm the youngest of nine so no one bothered to teach me. My first garage sale bike was immediately stripped by my brothers for parts. When I was eight I got a new maroon bike with a banana seat and hi-rise handle bars. I took it out on the street and taught myself to ride. My first real success ended up with me hitting the curb and going over the handlebars. I had a dream back then that I could fly over the neighborhood on that bike looking down into backyards, a la Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

I think my dad taught me on my cousins PeeWee Herman boys bike... but I'm not sure. I don't actually remember learning.

I'll have to ask him next time we chat.

I learned when I was about 7 in my back yard. I had never had training wheels. So I was out there, kept trying over and over. Finally I did it! But I could only go in a circle and one way when I tried to turn I would fall again. Luckly it was all dirt in the yard. My dog Sugar was there the whole time with me. Pretty soon me and my orange and purple bike were on our way to bigger and brighter days together. Loved the big banana seat too. Remembering this makes me miss my dog. She was great a real kids dog you know. I used to sneak her in my room at night from outside cause I didn't want her to get cold.

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Originally Posted by fatbottomedgurl

I'm the youngest of nine so no one bothered to teach me. My first garage sale bike was immediately stripped by my brothers for parts. When I was eight I got a new maroon bike with a banana seat and hi-rise handle bars. I took it out on the street and taught myself to ride. My first real success ended up with me hitting the curb and going over the handlebars. I had a dream back then that I could fly over the neighborhood on that bike looking down into backyards, a la Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

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Or ET depending on how old you are.

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Originally Posted by Dianyla

I honestly don't remember. :confused:

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what she said!

i do remember it was blue.... and i had training wheels... i believe my dad took one off first... then after a while the other one.. but i don't remember!

i do remember what happened to that bike though! my grandfather backed over it... cuz i left it in his driveway behind his truck! :eek:

My older brother taught me. Or tried. We had a long, shale driveway that sloped down from the farm to the road. First he had me stand on the left pedal and coast down. Then he insisted that I swing my right foot over the seat like a boy, "the real way". (He's less of a male chauvinist now, but at 9 he was as bad as all his buddies. ;) ) We kept trying that until I crashed on the shale and turned one knee and shin into a bloody mess. I think my Dad took over the lessons the next weekend. This was a time when he was working in Oakland and only really home on weekends, which meant Mom had all the farm chores to do all week. But finally Dad had time and taught me the way he'd taught my brother, by holding on to the seat and running along behind until I took off and hardly noticed I'd left him behind. Dad also said it was ok for me to step through the frame, that it was a privilege of girlhood to have a bike that allowed that.

Did Dad also teach you to ride, Trek420? Or did Joel? I know I did a rescue once when you got a cramp in a lake, but I can't recall being involved when you learned to ride a bike. Maybe I was already away at college ...? Næh. You had a bike before you were 10, I'm pretty sure.

My first bike was lavender with a banana seat and high handle bars. I paid 15 dollars for it of my own money (I am pretty sure it was birthday money or something) I was 8 years old. I was sooo happy. I rode that bike from sunup to sundown. We had this big neighborhood being built across the street from my house all the roads were dug out nice smooth dirt no traffic.
My friends and I built ramps from the left over wood and dirt it was the greatest.We would compete to see who could jump the farthest or go the highest. I had a crush on one the little boys and would chase him down on that bike at least until he got a 10 speed. I remember how effortless those big hills were then. Flying down them No HANDS! I used to pretend I was Wonder Woman in my invisible plane. There were gosh may be six or seven of that always were together ages 7 to 12. We would ride around the neighborhood sometimes pretty far. Whenever we came across this one group of kids they would yell "You can"t ride on this street this is where we ride!" We would of course nanner back and forth at each other. "Oh yea well blah blah blah!" The funny thing is we would all end up riding together and hanging out.

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Originally Posted by Dianyla

I honestly don't remember. :confused:

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I'm glad I'm not the only one that doesn't remember. :o I remember getting my first bike. I remember driving it in circles at the top of my grandparents' driveway, but that's it.

My daughter (4) is trying the bike without training wheels now (at her own desire)! She gets too nervous if I try to help her, so her friend sits on the back of the seat and acts like training wheels. She puts her feet down to keep balance and then lifts them up when FishJr isn't looking. FishJr has made it as far as a whole house length on her own! Now, if only she would pedal faster!

All I remember is after the training wheels were taken off, my dad hanging on to the back of the banana seat for a few trips down the driveway. Then we started off down the driveway again, only he wasn't hanging on to the seat anymore! :eek:

I don't remember much about my first bike except that I rode it a lot. After a while, I begged my dad to take the training wheels off, but he never had time, so I grabbed a wrench and did it myself. It was my first bike repair :D

And now, I can't understand why I spent so many years NOT riding. Major brain malfunction, I think. It's the only logical explanation.

I learned to ride on my cousins banana seat bike when I was about 5 or 6. No careful parents holding up the bike, she told me to just run with the bike to get it going and then just jump on the seat. Braking consisted of dragging my feet along the ground because I was not told about the coaster brakes. I guess the method worked as there weren't any trips to the hospital and I got my own bike shortly afterwards.

I remember learning to ride a bike. I was really young--either 4 or 5. My brother was 18 months older than me. He had a friend named Mike Horning. We were over at Mike's house. Mike had one of those little bikes that was probably one that used to have training wheels. It was perfect for learning to ride.

If you remember my ugly bike story, then you remember that in my house we didn't get a bike until we were 8. So neither my brother or I had a bike. Getting to try out Mike's bike was a thrill! Mike first let my brother (of course) try riding. Because it was a small bike, it was easy to get the hang of riding. It didn't take my brother long to start riding it around the street.

Being the tom-boy I was, I wanted to try too. So they helped me, and I remember vividly that it didn't take me long at all to learn to ride that bike. I can still remember trying over and over to get the hang of balancing while petaling. What a great feeling--it was like flying! The sad part was having to go home after that great experience. No bikes at my house to ride (my oldest brother was 9 years older than me, so his bike was too big, and off limits to me).

We rode that bike every time we went to Mike's house. When my brother turned 8, he got his bike, and I got to ride it once in awhile. I couldn't wait for my 8th birthday--and it sure was a long wait!!!

Now I have my shiny new bike, and I ride it all the time. It is so much fun to go riding with my boys. My younger son and I ride bikes to his school three times a week (we walk the other two days so we can give the dog a walk--my son didn't want her missing out on all her walks!) We recently took a 15 mile ride together--really fun and I was proud to see he did so well at that distance. He just turned 10. (proud Mom moment).

I don't actually remember learning, but this is what I do remember:

My mom took me to a thrift store when I was 5 and bought a bike with training wheels which I asked my dad to take off. he said no. I begged for days. He told me he would not remove my training wheels off until I stopped sucking my thumb. So I just road other kids bikes. One day my mom looks out the window and my bike was on the sidewalk - and then she sees me ripping down the hill on somebody else's bike without training wheels. She told my dad when he got home that he had to take my training wheels off. For my 6th birthday i got a turquoise bike with a pink and turquoise banana seat.

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Originally Posted by Brina

I don't actually remember learning, but this is what I do remember:

My mom took me to a thrift store when I was 5 and bought a bike with training wheels which I asked my dad to take off. he said no. I begged for days. He told me he would not remove my training wheels off until I stopped sucking my thumb. So I just road other kids bikes. One day my mom looks out the window and my bike was on the sidewalk - and then she sees me ripping down the hill on somebody else's bike without training wheels. She told my dad when he got home that he had to take my training wheels off. For my 6th birthday i got a turquoise bike with a pink and turquoise banana seat.

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GOOD FOR YOUR MOM!!
:p

I think I borrowed my neighbors' bike. We had a yard that had a small slope/hill that was by our driveway. I would get on her bike and roll down that hill and when I would get to the end of my neighbors' yard where their hill was much steeper and longer...I would jump off of the bike just prior-until I figured out the brakes! I hated training wheels...they scared me more than jumping off of the bike! Too precarious-feeling...I guess her bike survived ok. I must have been around 7 or 8.

There was a bike in my family we called the "Little Red Bike". If I saw one like it again, I'd recognize it instantly, but I can't really describe it. It was probably an old Schwinn, with the big wide stylish top tube. It was small and red, with black pinstriping. All my brothers and all my cousins on the south side of Chicago learned to ride on it.

Eventually my family moved out to the suburbs, leaving the cousins behind, but the Little Red Bike came with us.

I remember the day I learned to ride, clear as day. I was up early on the morning of April 26th, 1966. It was chilly but not cold. It must have rained the day before, because the skies were that scrubbed-clean blue that only happens after a rain. I had on pajamas and my quilted robe that I had to pull over my head, but the zipper was too short and it was hard to do and I hated it. I was barefoot and I was 4 years old.

My brothers left for school and I walked them out, and then I saw the Little Red Bike, gleaming there in the dewey sunshine. I picked it up, straddled the seat and wobbled a few times trying to get both feet on the pedals at the same time.

One foot down, half pedal, fall the other way, push with both feet on the ground, try again, get the robe out of the way...over and over again, up and down the side walk, until finally, finally, a full pedal stroke, then another, and then speed and steering and five whole break-your-mother's-back cracks and I was riding. Add my name to the list of cousins who learned to ride on the Little Red Bike!

Overjoyed, I hatched a plan. I rushed in the house to find my mother, finally out of bed, enjoying a Kent cigarette and a cup of coffee at the kitchen table.

"Mommy! I have a present for your birthday! Come see!"

Reluctantly, she got up and went to the window as I rushed down the stairs and out the front door. Then, making sure she was still looking, I mounted the Little Red Bike, pedaled down to the other end of the sidewalk, looked back and threw my mother a kiss.

And that's how I learned to ride a bike.

Karen

I was given a new bike with training wheels for my 6th birthday. Living on a farm and riding on gravel, the traininig wheels were more of a hinder than a help. Being a junior mechanic wannabe, when Dad went down the road to finish chores, I took the training wheels off and and when he returned, I was riding without them. In retrospect, I'm thinking I should have become a bike mechanic:rolleyes:

My parents had some interesting notions about sports equipment. The basic principle was that they were only going to get you one good set of what-ever. So when I wanted skis at twelve (Penny Pitou was expected to do great things at the winter Olympics that year) I got 6 foot, bear trap equipped, edgeless skiis. I was expected to grow into them. Unfortunately, that was the year I stopped growing, at 5 feet tall. I never really learned to ski.

There was a small exception for bicycles. My parents refused to get us a new bike until we had already learned to ride, so we wouldn't scratch it up learning. So I learned to ride on an old, full sized bike, with out a seat. My Dad said that since I wouldn't be able to sit and pedal at the same time that a seat wasn't necessary. I tried for 3 summers to learn to ride. Finally, I admitted defeat, but since I was getting quite chubby then my mother asked my brother (the future engineering student) to rig up a way to hang the bike between the clothesline posts so I could at least get some exercise on it. I rode it that way for about a week, digging a rut in the yard as the rope stretched. At the end of the week, my brother took it down to re-adjust the ropes, but suggested that I try coasting down a hill before he hung it again. I tried, expecting nothing to be different, but this time I was able to stay upright long enough to start to pedal, and much to my surprise I pedalled away. The next spring I got a new bike for my birthday. It was from the "Coast to Coast" hardware store, a German bike with 26 inch wheels,15 to 18 years before MTBs were invented. I still took a lot of falls on that bike riding it down our limestone gravel road. In the summer it would get washboards that made it very hard to stay upright on the steeper sections. I have the scars left on my right elbow where a piece of gravel got completely buried and my Dad had to cut off the overlying skin to get it out. It took 3 years, but I did learn to ride my bike.

I don't remember learning, but I do remember the pearl white bike with the banana seat.:)

I have only one memory of learning how to ride a bike, but I don't know if that was the only lesson or not. My dad was teaching me (he passed when I was 8, so I was younger than 8), in our back yard and I jerked my head back and hit his face. He had skin cancer really bad, and it was on his face...I'd hit the cancer and made it bleed :( I'm sure that's the only reason I remember that particular lesson.


I remember my oldest 2 kids learning though! My son learned at 5 and he took some teaching...I guess with him being the first kid I'd babied him too much so he was scared to fall and I was scared of him falling. Took him awhile.

My daughter, who is 2yrs younger taught herself within minutes when she was 4. She hopped on her cousin's bike that was too big for her and pretty much just went. No one had ever tried to teach her at all. She's a tomboy and not scared of anything though!

My first bike-related memory was watching with envy all the 'big kids' tearing around the neighborhood on their bikes. I had a training wheels on my bike at the time. I remember wanting to learn how to ride fast like them and one of them offered to teach me, but I was too chicken. :o

A couple of years later, I remember riding in the parking lot of the local strip mall on a Sunday back when all stores were closed on Sundays. All I remember was making a sharp turn and hitting one of my pedals on the ground. The handlebars swung at me and one of them dug into my ribs causing me to lose my breath for the first time in my life. It scared the crap out of me.

The next Sunday, my dad made me ride again. I never looked back!:)

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Originally Posted by newfsmith

There was a small exception for bicycles. My parents refused to get us a new bike until we had already learned to ride, so we wouldn't scratch it up learning. So I learned to ride on an old, full sized bike, with out a seat.upright long enough to start to pedal, and much to my surprise I pedalled away. The next spring I got a new bike for my birthday. It was from the "Coast to Coast" hardware store, a German bike with 26 inch wheels,15 to 18 years before MTBs were invented. I still took a lot of falls on that bike riding it down our limestone gravel road. In the summer it would get washboards that made it very hard to stay upright on the steeper sections. I have the scars left on my right elbow where a piece of gravel got completely buried and my Dad had to cut off the overlying skin to get it out. It took 3 years, but I did learn to ride my bike.

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Did you ever get used to riding with a seat :) ?

bikeless in WI "Did Dad also teach you to ride, Trek420? Or did Joel? I know I did a rescue once when you got a cramp in a lake, but I can't recall being involved when you learned to ride a bike. Maybe I was already away at college ...? Næh. You had a bike before you were 10, I'm pretty sure."

Nope!

Mom taught me how. Yep, the same Mom who never rode herself. :p We come from a line of good teachers

I think I had a blue Schwinn. Mom was teaching at Mark West school and would spend days preparing the class room before school began. I remember helping her string crepe paper and with bulletin boards.

But that only held my attention so long and once I'd read every book in sight she thought to bring the bike.

At the school entrance was a long gentle ramp. She showed me how to coast with one foot on the pedal. I'd do that over and over.....coast, walk the bike up, coast, walk repeat.

Then she showed me I could sit on the bike and coast and when it slowed enough just step down, still wasn't pedaling yet.

I still remeber the feeling of starting to pedal and realizing I could go anywhere around the playground! Like flying! Still feels like that.

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Originally Posted by fishdr

My daughter (4) is trying the bike without training wheels now (at her own desire)! She gets too nervous if I try to help her, so her friend sits on the back of the seat and acts like training wheels. She puts her feet down to keep balance and then lifts them up when FishJr isn't looking. FishJr has made it as far as a whole house length on her own! Now, if only she would pedal faster!

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OMG! :D That's so cute - hope you got a picture.



We had one of those trikes with the pedals attached to the front wheel and one of those totally wicked chain trikes with big (to a preschooler, at least) wheels that I started riding probably as soon as I was big enough to reach the pedals.

When I was three, I saw this bike in the toyshop and fell in love at once. She was pink with blue wheels and bars and white tyres, seat, grips and basket. There were plastic flowers attached to the basket and pink and blue streamers coming out of the ends of the handlebars. (I'll dig up a photo for y'al one day, promise!) It was a bike made for a girl, not something she'd have to share with her older brother and not something that had been handed down from him. Every time we went to the mall I'd want to go to the toyshop and then just stand there gaping at that bike; I think I was too starstruck to even beg for it. I was absolutely smitten, and absolutely gobsmacked :eek: to find it in the front room on my fourth birthday.

I think I pretty much just got on and rode - not that different from the trikes with the training wheels on. I used to go up and down the drive. I didn't really like turning with the training wheels, yet I was a bit scared of going without :o, so it took a while for them to come off. Finally, after three or four months I plucked up the courage to have them off and I remember various family members giving me a wee push across the grass and I'd coast then put my feet down. I remember that the time I "got it" my grandfather had given me the push. I think I made him do it a couple more times, just because it was fun, and then I was off! :D :D :D :D :D

I went through three (I think) second hand bikes before I got another new one for my thirteenth birthday. I wanted the purple and black "boys" mountain bike (It was fully rigid, but that's what they were called), but my mother did that "what do you want *that* for? It's a boy's bike" thing. Perhaps she still had some vague hope that I was going to grow up into a girly-girl (I was a wannabe tomboy - neither co-ordinated nor cool enough to be the real thing :p). Anyway, I ended up with a purple girl's bike, which served me well as a get-about bike for a good 10/11 years until I replaced it with something with a suspension fork... :cool:

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Originally Posted by tlkiwi

OMG! :D That's so cute - hope you got a picture.

I wanted the purple and black "boys" mountain bike (It was fully rigid, but that's what they were called), but my mother did that "what do you want *that* for? It's a boy's bike" thing. Perhaps she still had some vague hope that I was going to grow up into a girly-girl (I was a wannabe tomboy - neither co-ordinated nor cool enough to be the real thing :p). Anyway, I ended up with a purple girl's bike, which served me well as a get-about bike for a good 10/11 years until I replaced it with something with a suspension fork... :cool:

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Hey TLKiwi
there's no rule that says tomboys have to be coordinated OR cool. I was one too, and i'm still not coordinated or cool and i'm 54.

Of course not, but I didn't know that when I was a kid. :rolleyes: