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.