I taught a roomate in college to ride a bike, and it was one of the funniest things that I ever saw. He wobbled and fell onto the grass next to us a few times. When he finally got so that he could pedal and stay upright, he had trouble braking and turning, so that he'd ride as far as he could in a straight line, then bail when he wanted to stop. All of this was in front of the student union in the heart of the campus on a school day. Eventually he began biking short distances, to get to friends' houses and buy books and beer. He was never as enthusiastic about cycling as me, and I don't think that he'll ever be the type of of guy to haunt this forum. If I'm wrong, tell 'em the TRUE story, Rich!