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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Two Hundred and Forty Sixth Question

Who first taught you how to ride a bike?
How old were you and where were you at?

posted by Sublime @ 1:00 PM  

17 Comments:

  • At 9:34 AM, Blogger Fletch said…

    Me First Me First... Yippee :o)))

    My Dad... I was 3... We lived in a house at the top of a hill... I spent all day going as fast I could down it then walking back up again... (Ummm... Story of my life then!)

    Ciao Ciao

     

  • At 10:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My mother...on a military base in Missourri...I had training wheels...I was sure I could outrun anything.

     

  • At 11:57 AM, Blogger Brown Shoes said…

    I don't remember who first taught me to ride w/trainng wheels, but I do remember the day that one of the Larkin kids showed me how to ride without them.
    It was sunny and hot and we were in the newly-paved school parking lot. Ah - the freedom, the incredible speed and turning radius! It was like flying.

     

  • At 12:06 PM, Blogger Mind Sprite said…

    The picture today looks just like me at that age! I had the Dorothy Hamill haircut too!

    I'm sure both my parents taught me to ride with training wheels, but like brown shoes, it was my neighbor friends that first showed me how to do it on my own. I was SO excited to ride around balancing all by myself!

     

  • At 12:31 PM, Blogger danielle said…

    my dad. i think i was 4-ish.

    i had a boy's bike - it was red and black. and i put those things on the spokes that made noise as you rode.

    i remember the first time my dad let go of the seat and didn't tell me (parents are sneaky like that). when i looked back and saw him 10 feet behind me, i crashed. m

     

  • At 12:55 PM, Blogger Matt said…

    I remember being about 7 or 8... and my dad put me on some ridiculously huge cruiser bike. No training wheels... it was the sort of thing that if my butt was in the saddle, my feet in NO WAY could touch the ground. Super safe.

    Anyhow, my dad became frustrated with the "lessons" and gave up with me. My twin brother, however, caught right on.

    Not to be bested, I tried, crashed, tried crashed and tried - and on my very own without adult supervision I conquered the green cruiser beast; with bloody knees and all from the gravel road that was my runway.

     

  • At 1:05 PM, Blogger *** said…

    My dad, I believe, back in Shakopee, MN probably very young, before kindergarten.

     

  • At 1:36 PM, Blogger nancy =) said…

    i taught myself...i was maybe 5 or 6...it was my older sister's bike and it was way too big for me but i got on it and peddled away...

    peace...

     

  • At 3:21 PM, Blogger Pixie said…

    My twin brother taught me when we were 4 or 5. Even at such a young age he displayed infinite patience for my impatience. He's the best.

     

  • At 4:47 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    At maybe 6 or 7, all by my lonesome, which is the story of my life..

     

  • At 6:42 PM, Blogger Anne-Marie said…

    My dad. I think I was 5ish. Training wheels, red bike, abck alley.

    -AM

     

  • At 9:02 PM, Blogger Asaph's Table said…

    My parents. They were a bit embarrassed that I was 8 years old and still emotionally attached to my "Big Wheel." (Yes, I was small for my age!)
    The front yard... 2 solid weeks of falling, and then one day I hopped on the bike without my parents around and rode. ...All the way down the slanted yard, along the side of the house and into a tree, because I was so thrilled with not falling that I forgot how to stop. Don't laugh.

     

  • At 11:48 PM, Blogger Elizabeth Taylor said…

    My dad. I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade...not for sure! I think it was 3rd grade which would have been the rock house that was in the middle of all that land with the hereford cattle that weren't ours.

     

  • At 3:50 AM, Blogger alan said…

    When I was 7 or so, my dad painted a 20" hard rubber tired bike he got from somewhere and put training wheels from Western Auto on it. Between Dad, a cousin and two boys that lived up the street I finally "got it together" enough to get the training wheels off. My second I mowed lawns and bought for myself, it was a 24" and cost $25 in 1964. I was 9, put a basket and a headlight on it and Mom used to send me to the grocery store. I can't imagine sending a 9 year old 10 or 12 blocks that way now!

    alan

     

  • At 10:40 AM, Blogger Robert said…

    Myself. When I was about 11 or 12, so late cuz I was never on a bike before that.

     

  • At 3:51 AM, Blogger Unknown said…

    I was 17 and an ex boyfriend taught me because I had to know how to ride a bike to be a camp counselor. I spent all of middleschool trying to convince friends against biking trips to the store because I was so embarassed that I couldnt do it. I am still pretty shaky and its not exactly my favorite thing.

     

  • At 12:19 PM, Blogger House of Suz said…

    My dad taught me, not sure how old I was, on a bike way too tall for me. We lived in Reading, Pa at the time and he taught me in our back yard; I ran into the maple tree.

     

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