I'm a few weeks short of 69 y/o and I remember my first few rides on a real bike (Schwinn, of course) as though it were yesterday: my dad giving me a push, my falling on our front line and, finally, taking off on my own. My sons had it easier since they started on small coaster bikes and mastered balance at a very young age. I remember the demise of my beloved Raleigh "English Racer" (infernal Sturmey Archer 3 spd) when at got hit by a car as a junior in high school. That was in 1962 and my next bike was a Miyata 912 bought in 1984. My wife and I returned to cycling several years ago and I enjoy cycling just as much now as I did as a kid.