I was a late bloomer; in my 20s.
I think I was five. We had some tiny little bike with training wheels.
What training wheels?? I must have been 6ish when I learned to ride my new shiny mustard yellow banana seat Shwinn. She was a sweet ride. RIP
Never had training wheels. Kept falling down until I figured it out. Think I might have
been 9 by the time I quit crashing.
Kind of like life, but that took a few decades longer.
I'm not convinced I'm done just yet.
@Nottheonlyone It definitely takes a minute.
I remember having trouble doing it, just kept falling over... then one day I was running and wanted to go faster and I jumped on my friends bike and took off... maybe I was 7? The thinking needed to be replaced with doing, I apply this principle in music. When I can’t remember the chord changes I play it fast so I won’t have time to think about it, actually works
Muscle memory is great, isn't it? I do the same thing with music.
I never had training wheels. I think i was probably 5 or 6 and I remember my dad allegedly holding the bike upright as I rode along.
I promptly fell off when I realised he wasn't! I did get straight back on though.
I don't remember, but I know I was 16 when I learned to ride without using my hands. And I still do, as often as possible.
I was 8, and my cousin showed me how too ride a bike. He said, all you need to do is to balance yourself on the bike. So I did that, and walla!
What's walla?
A general way of saying, I got it.
My dad didnt give us training wheels, he just put on the bike and push us down the road