You Never Forget How to Ride a Bike, Right?
While I still know how to ride a bike, I’m getting to the point where I have to teach my kids to do so, and it’s a little harder than I thought it would be. While they say you don’t forget how to ride, you don’t always remember how you learned. My son picked up the whole two-wheeler thing right away, but it’s turning out to be a bit more of a challenge with my six-year-old daughter.
I still have distinct memories of learning to ride my own bike way back when I was her age. My bike, as was the style in the mid ’70s, was a bottle-green Schwinn Stingray, with the traditional banana seat and tall handlebars replaced by my dad with much cooler BMX-style components.
I remember practicing with my uncle at the park across the street. He held onto the back of the saddle to steady me as I pedaled along. I took a quick glance over my shoulder only to see him standing about 100 feet behind me—I’d been riding by myself! Of course I promptly crashed into a heap on the grass, but I got the hang of it after that.
We bought my daughter a new bike for her birthday, and we’ve been practicing when the weather permits. She relied on training wheels on her last bike, and I’ve been told by people who know that they’re really not very good for actually learning to ride a bike. That’s why you see those cool little wooden scooter bikes all over the place; apparently they’re much better for teaching children to balance on a bike. After they figure out how to balance, they can deal with the whole pedaling issue.
The new bike doesn’t have training wheels, and my daughter insists on learning to ride without them. This is great, except for the fact that I have to hunch over and hold onto the seat to keep her from falling over as she learns. When I taught my son to ride, it seemed like we did a few minutes of this bike-holding and then he just took off on his own. But all kids learn differently, so we’re just going to have to take a little longer this time, even if it kills my back.
We’ve been practicing on the grass by the school, and while it seems like a good idea from a safety standpoint, the grass is actually more difficult to ride on due to the unevenness of the surface. We tried this for a while, but eventually headed up to the blacktop to try again there.
The smoother surface was actually better, although my little cyclist was a bit more nervous about falling. Most of the time I had to hang on, but at one point I let go and jogged along just behind her—success! It was only for a few yards, but it was progress. This spring we’ll work on it some more and she’ll be riding on her own in no time. And she won’t forget how to do it, either.









