QotD: It's Like Riding A Bike

Who taught you how to ride a bike?

My dad when I was six or seven.  I learned on a volcanic rock gravel road in Flagstaff, Arizona.   I learned quick, aftr picking gravel out of my knees and elbows, NOT to fall down.  I LOVED my first bike.  It's was a boys bike, but it was GOLD.  Being the Cyndi Lauper wanna be that I was I was all into the glitz and glam.  You could take the pink and white banana seat bike with a cheap platic basket.  I HAD a golden bike...I was a princess!

I eventually got that pink and white bike, but I barely remember it.

My second favourite bike was the one I had a teen.  It was blue and it had three speeds.  Just enough--a 10 speed is just confusing.  It also had a headlight that was powered by the spinning of the front wheel.  I don't know what happened to that bike.   I miss that bike.  It was perfect.