I had a huge tricycle. The rule at our house was...two bikes. A tricycle and a "two-wheeler" only when you were 12. No in-between bikes for us. Rules were rules. Well, when I was about 10, I decided I'd had enough. If I couldn't have a real bike, I would ride the tricycle on two wheels. We have videos. The neighbors must have thought I was very strange indeed. I'd get my tricycle out, lean over on two wheels, and I could make turns, ride everywhere with that third wheel in the air. It didn't come down until I was through riding. Obviously I had good balance, and I believe I got my big bike early. Christmas when I was 11, so I rode that tricycle on two wheels for a long time. Once I figured out how to do that, there was no turning back. Made me feel a little more like the other kids. My "big" bike was a Sears and Roebuck blue step-through that I rode until I was in my 20s. I sold it and have been kicking myself ever since. That bike never spent the night outside and looked almost new the entire time I had it!