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Monday Night Flashback Open Thread: Training Wheels

My seven-year-old ditched her training wheels last weekend. Since then, she’s ridden her two-wheeler every day for miles at a time.

She’s riding to the park with her dad, riding in the cul-de-sac across the street, and begging to go on the city’s bike trails.

girls bike

 

I had a sparkly blue and white bike with a banana seat and streamers on the handle bars back in 1978. When did you learn to ride a two wheeler? What kind of bike did you learn on?

15 replies on “Monday Night Flashback Open Thread: Training Wheels”

Oh goodness, I still haven’t learned how to ride a bike. The idea of having to straddle a metal frame and move so as not to fall over seems utterly alien to me. Horses, they’re easy. Bikes, not so much.

Thought I’d share this video, too. It’s for breast cancer awareness, and it’s by the Scottish government. Apart from raising awareness, I was rather impressed by the fact there wasn’t a “perfect” body in sight, as – from what I’ve seen – often appears to feature in these kinds of adverts.

http://youtu.be/lxQdfB-no50

Ooh I love my “learning to ride”  story. When I was 4 my mum decided she was going to go on a tour of Europe and so left me with my grandparents (in England) for 3 months. While there my granddad, amazing man that he is (98 now!) taught me to ride a little red bike he’d purchased for me. I had a lot of trouble with some big holly bushes (they kept jumping out at me) but finally got the hang of the riding and even got that first moment captured on camera! Thinking back, I never did use training wheels, my granddad must’ve just walked/run with me holding the bike up till I got it. I love that man ever so much. Wonderful memory, thanks for reminding me of it.

I think I learned kinda late, since I remember switching to a two-wheeler at the same time as my neighbor who was a couple years younger than me. Maybe 6 or 7? I believe it had streamers, but I don’t remember it too well. My kiddo’s only 3 1/2, so she’s still on a pink tricycle (that she mostly refuses to ride because I won’t let her go down the middle of the street) or her little-kid scooter, which she’s in love with now that summer’s over and it’ll be too cold to ride soon. Sigh.

My first bike was this pink and sea-foam green monstrosity with white wheels that basically screamed early 90s loudly everywhere I went. I desperately wanted pink streamers for the handlebars, but I never got any.

Sooooo, found out today that I am leaving Wednesday afternoon for a business trip. I don’t even know if I actually have a hotel reservation waiting for me, or if I just need to find a place and expense account it. Bah.

In better news I got treated to dinner tonight at a very shi shi restaurant. Their sandwiches came served with pomme frites. This was not a French restaurant. It wasn’t even that good, but it was kinda fun to be in a place that pretentious without having to pay. The waitress boxed my leftovers even though I didn’t really want them, so I gave them to a homeless dude.

I was about seven years old when I learned how to ride a two-wheeler instead of a tricycle. I think I had training wheels for a few months, maybe less. I ended up with so many spills from that purple mountain bike, but I loved it! Both my sister and I had won our bikes from selling a bunch of candy bars for a school fundraiser. :)

In other news, I have applied for graduate studies and now I wait (impatiently) to hear if I get into the program or not…

I went from trainers to two wheels I think when I was 6 or 7 (’89 or ’90 it would have been). I totally remember my friend Mindy was playing over at my house and she could ride without the training wheels touching the ground- so at that moment I insisted that I be able to ride without training wheels, too. By that next weekend, I was all over it (I think- really, it could have been several weekends, but I triumphantly remember it being only days of actually trying by myself before getting it).

The tricky part was that we lived at the top of a steep hill. So while I learned to love going fast downhill really quickly, I also learned that coming back up was a pain in the ass. No idea what kind of bike I had (mostly likely came from k-mart), but I think it was pink and definitely had those sparkly tassels that came out the ends of the white plastic handlebars. It was a sweet ride for sure.

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