Originally Posted by
50PlusCycling
Wait for your mom to relax. When I was 13, I did an Evil Knievel stunt which netted me a concussion, a broken collar bone, and a week-long case of amnesia to boot. My mom swore she would never let me ride a bike again. A few months later, after the bone healed, and I could finally remember how to get around my neighborhood again, I was back on my bike (a different one, the one I crashed on broke in half). A dozen years later I was racing around North America and Europe.
Late response, but my mom didn't ever let me ride it again. However, in the last week of school, my dad let me ride on it to school behind my moms back and that was a fun experience. But I guess I'm selling it as my mom isn't nudging.