My dad initially did the bike-riding lessons. Mostly those involved a bit of running alongside me, a quick push, and then the installation of training wheels.
But it was my mom who got me going without the training wheels.
She was frustrated, see, because I was in that stage where I could ride just fine so long as I thought someone was holding onto the bike to keep me upright. But as soon as I looked back and saw I was actually riding solo, I’d fall over immediately.
So Mom, in what turned out to be the last riding lesson I would ever need, said:
Get on that goddamned bike and ride it!
And with a slight shove, she sent me on my way, fully taught. :-)
Who taught you how to ride a bike?
Originally posted on donnunn.vox.com