...Teaching a child to bike is dicey. I recall that my parents sat my 6-year old body atop a white banana seat and placed my hands upon the Chopper style handlebars of my lime green bike and pushed me down a hill. Much like the child at the park, I had no natural inclination or desire to ride a bike. Apparently, my parents decided it was the day I would learn to ride a bike. The “throw her in the water, she’ll learn to swim” philosophy extended itself to bicycling instruction in my household.

Seriously, would you ever put a child on a bike and push them down a hill? Perhaps that is why I started stealing the car early. I decided I better teach myself to drive or my parents might put me in the car with a brick on the gas pedal. With those two, you never know.

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