I first started riding at the age of seven. It began with the help of training wheels which lasted less than a month. For someone who has legal blindness, my bicycling was at first discouraged by various doctors. Many years and thousands of miles later, their doubts had been removed dispite my disability. I've had great fun bicycling from then until now.

I think I was 5 years old...

I was 6...I am now 44

I was about 6 or 7.Started with training wheels then about a week later had dad take them off.(none of my friends had them)We started out in the driveway next to the house and the rose bushes.He started pushing and then he let go.here I am going along thinking he still had me.Suddenly he is hollering "your doing it your doing it"I turned to smile and holler back when I realize that I was headed for the rose bushes.You get the picture.
I finnally started out in the street and had straight lines down but had to turn sooner or later.crashed on both ends a couple of times and then I was off.
I am 40 now.
I drive by that house once in a while and look at it.the roses are gone now.(somebody else must have had a bad experiance with them too)Somebody lives there or I would go check it out.Still has the same landlord too.(I almost can't believe they are still alive!}they were old back in the early 70's.

1. 5 years old
2. no training wheels (or helmet)
3. steep grass hill
4. big brother (8 y.o.) gives a push
5. crash
6. repeat #4 & #5 until #7.
7. Sucess

:D

I can't really ever remember not being able to ride a bike, but I suppose I must have been around 3 or 4 perhaps…

- Wil

Had a similar experience with a rose bush. I was playing hide n' go seek. Running, I rounded the corner forgetting about the rose bush around the corner. Right through! I was one big scratch for about 1 week or two,

I was 6&1/2 yrs old. So, when my daughter was that age, I tried teaching her. Even after her broken arm healed, she was hesitant to try the bike again.

I was 4. My now 6 year old son was 3 1/2.

Right about the same time that they made wheels round instead of square :D

ya, i really cant remember not riding a bike. i think i was 3...maybe 4, but i know i still lived in vancouver when i learned without training wheels, and i moved away from there when i was 4, so it was around there. come to think of it...ive pretty much been biking everywhere my whole life...ive never been without a bike. weird

steve

I could ride the little bike belonging to the girl next door, when I was 5 but I couldnt ride my bike which was much bigger til I was nearly 7. I taught my son to ride when he was 4. I lowered the seat so he could push on the ground with his feet. He learnt on the school parking lot which had a slight slope. After a few goes he could do it with the pedals & I raised the seat. My daughter learnt the same way when she was 3, and did a 20 mile bikeathon when she was 4 1/2. She now rides with my grand daughter in a trailer behind her. My son commutes 12 km to work on his bikes year round (Montreal).

I don't remember the exact age. But I'll tell you what I did with my two kids. For each kid, I videotaped the first day I sent them out one their first day without training wheels. Got it all on tape. All the wipe-outs. The rying. And ultimately, the pride of completing a ride without t-wheels.

My dad removed the training wheels some time prior to my 6th birthday, and taught me to ride on a side street in Queens (NYC).

My older daughter basically taught herself using her friends older brother's bike, right around the same age.

I dunno, probably 6 or 7, maybe 5.

I had training wheels, but my parents decided to help me learn to ride, so they had me ride without the wheels while my father helped me balance by holding the back of my seat. I was pedaling, balancing, and my father was balancing me from behind, and they were saying, good, good, keep pedaling, then I noticed their voices were farther behind, and I looked back, and they were standing back there watching me ride by myself...

I learned at 6, had training wheels for a day before my father decided I was ready to do without... too early I think. Man, I crashed a lot, many scabs. My girlfriend dug a little rock out of the back of my knee a couple years ago (23 now) and it looks a lot like the kind of grey crushed rock they used to put on the roads around my community at that time. Probably came from one of those "mom! don't touch it! no I don't want you to clean it out! I don't care! nooo!" times that I probably should have let her.

I learned at six, or something like that. No training wheels. No instruction. I had older siblings, and there were bikes around. I didn't use the pedals at first. I would coast down the street, and then get off and walk the bike back up the hill. I can still remember the moment when I realized that I could also pedal. I started pedalling as I road down the hill on the sidewalk and then I pulled out into the street and road back up to my house. I had acheived new freedom and power.