When and where did you learn to ride a bike?

[Deleted member 1258]

Mid 1950's, I was 5 or 6, got brought a bike for Christmas, my Dad took me out onto the road outside our house showed me what did what and said "I'll hold you pedal" I set off then looked round a few yards down the road, he was stood at he top of the road and I was on my own.

 

[Sara_H]

The house I lived in when I was little didn't have a garden but a massive concrete yard.
I remember one day my Dad took the stabilisers off and spent ages running along behind me holding me up. Suddenly I realised he wasn't there anymore. I must have been four or five at the time.

Gosh, that made my eyes go damp.

 

[Dec66]

I didn't. Seriously.

I had never ridden a two wheeled bike, when one day my sister left one in our back yard belonging to a friend of hers. I don't know what possessed me, but I got on and rode it round and round the block, for an hour or so, never being in danger of falling off.

My mum and dad came out and saw me. Next day my dad took me to the bike shop and bought me a Raleigh Tomahawk.

Marvellous.

I can't ride with no hands, though.

 

[DaveReading]

Can't remember when it was, but I can remember exactly where I learned to ride. Summer holiday at Millport, Great Cumbrae, where bikes were duly hired for my brother and myself despite the fact that we started the week unable to ride. Needless to say, we could by the end of the holiday, helped by the fact that whenever we put our feet down on the grass on the esplanade, a carpet of midges would promptly attack our ankles.

 

[PeteXXX]

I think I learned how to ride in about 1956, give or take a year! I honestly can't remember.
It would likely have been my dad, shoving me along the pavement in Crookston Road, London SE9 where I grew up.

First memories of cycling? Being allowed to walk up the road to the Postbox on the corner (I bet mum was looking out for me without me seeing her!) to meet dad on his return from work in Woolwich, from where he cycled to & from five days a week, and sitting on the crossbar as he wheeled me back home for tea.

Happy days..