My grandpa. I remember the day he removed the training wheels and then held on long enough to give me enough confidence to take off. What a great feeling!
When i was four and my sister was nine, she rode a bike. There was an old rusty small bike in the horsebarn.
Always wanted to keep up. So i got that little bicycle, went to the top of the cowpath hill and learned to ride it, squeeky, rattley and all.
My dad helped me get the hang of it, right at first. As I recall, I was only wobbly for a little while.
My friends. 乂º◡º乂
I kind of taught myself.
Oh that would have been my dad.
Taught myself when I was about 6 or 7 on a $5 used girls bike back around 1961. Was told I'd get a boys bike when I learned how to ride. Later that morning I was ready for the boys bike. Learning without the cross bar helped. The question I have is, "Why the hell did they put that cross bar there in the first place? Every boy who has ridden a bike has racked himself more than once because of that useless bar."
LOL... Been there, done that...
Some of us girls too.....
My brother tried to help, but the bike was so stable that it worked perfectly on my first try. That was a Schwinn. The first time I got on what we called "an English bike" it was so wobbly that I dumped it and gouged a deep wound in my arm.
Flexible. You get a bit of wobble and there is no stopping it: you're going down.
Other kids in the neighborhood.