Question of the day from SKL

How and when did you learn to ride a bike?

This entry was posted in people, Question of the day, questions, simple questions, things and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

12 Responses to Question of the day from SKL

  1. SKL says:

    I was 4. The bike was a 16″ hand-me-down from my older brothers. The training wheels had long since disappeared. My dad probably took me out on the sidewalk the first time, but after that, it was my brothers and neighbors. I wasn’t too confident with them holding the seat, so I learned by (a) running and then balancing with my feet out (to catch myself upon losing balance), then (b) alternating one foot down, other foot pedaling until I had the nerve to just go for it. I’m not sure how long it took – probably around a dozen “tries” over a few days.

  2. Ellen says:

    I truly do not remember it. It is funny you came up with this question now. We talked over dinner, how the youngest one learned himself to bike without training wheels when he was 2 1/2 years old! I was teaching his older brother of 4 to bike without the training wheels. And 2 weeks later the youngest one biked by himself! We thought it was pretty amazing 🙂

  3. SKL says:

    I have a step-nephew who started at 2.5, riding indoors during winter. Knowing it’s “possible,” I took the training wheels off my girls’ bikes at the beginning of summer (they are 3.5) but we hardly ever have time to work on riding. People think I am weird, but like I said (and as you know), it’s possible. They still have trikes for when they want the “security.”

  4. Jenny says:

    I don’t remember when I started to ride a bike. We don’t have a bike yet for Hunter. He really enjoys his tractor. I think his legs are still too short for a bike! lol

  5. Sue says:

    I will never forget my first real attempt at riding a bike! Sure, I’d ridden the little one around, but this time I started way up in the yard past the house (in the dog kennel, remember Jenny?!) and pedaled to high heaven til I hit the top of the driveway then coasted all the way down. I’m pretty sure I fell at the end b/c I didn’t know how to stop!

  6. Joy says:

    I have been thinking and thinking about this but I have no memories of learning to ride my bike. It seems like I always knew how. I have a million thoughts “of” riding but none of the actual learning part.

  7. mssc54 says:

    I was 13 months old. We couldn’t afford a smaller bike with training wheels so I got my cousin’s hand me down Schwin. My father put the seat down all the way and put wooden blocks on the peddels. I crashed alot but the wounds scabbed over pretty quickly. Mom would use the butt cream on my abrassions and would routinely treat my wounds when she changed my (cloth) diaper. It was a pretty cool bike. My father even put a cup holder on it for my sippy cup. Eventually I learned that the milk didn’t keep long out in the sun so I switched out the milk for water. By the time I turned two we were able to remove the wooden blocks. At that point I used the wooden blocks to make a ramp to make a jump. At first I would just jump in the yard but that soon became boring. I found a fallen tree next to a creek in the woods behind our home and moved the ramp to the fallen tree. The first time or two I jumped into the creek but when I made it all the way across the creek it was sooooooo cool…. except for the blackberry bushes. That’s where I developed my love for blackberries. 🙂

  8. Nikki says:

    I have zero memory of learning how to ride a bike. I do remember eating $hit one day though. I had a new baby blue 10 speed, and I was turning a corner and the peddle fell off, and I ate the road! I went home and blamed my brother for loosening it up so I would fall. I don’t think he did it now, but it seemed fitting to blame him then!

    • mssc54 says:

      My most vivid memory of a bicycle wreck was when I was about 11 or 12. There were several of us boys trying to “out do” the other one. We took turns going to the top of the hill and racing down to the finish line. The only thing was that there two boys on either side of the finish line holding a garden hose across the road. In order to “win you had to bust through. I ended up flying over the handle bars and landing face, hands, knees first on the asphault! I actually ate watermellon through a straw later that week because of my scabby face! 😦

      I’d rather eat watermellon through a straw than eat “poo” any day! lol

    • SKL says:

      Ah, bike wrecks! This could have been a whole separate Question of the Day.

      My first memorable one was when I was about 7 and I was riding the bike we’d bought used from my neighbor. It had a nasty habit of coming loose where the handlebars joined to the front tire. I’m not sure whether my dad had tightened it up (again) or told me not to ride it until he could “really” fix it. Anyhoo, I was whizzing down the street when the front wheel started going in both directions and I lost balance and hit my head on the corner of a concrete step. The next thing I knew, I was sitting at Grandma’s (Sunday dinner) and everyone was acting like normal. I tried to tell them I had no recollection of what had happened since the accident, but they thought I was faking.

      Between that and another fall on my head, it is obvious why I became a daredevil after that. No brains left! I used to do stuff my older brothers were afraid to do. And I very rarely got hurt. I am pretty sure that was mostly dumb luck.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s