Is there anything more rewarding than learning to ride a bike as a child?
That feeling of freedom. The wind in your hair, the sun on your face and the chance to go just that little bit faster than mummy feels comfortable with.
I learned to ride on a purple Chopper bike, with the gearstick on the crossbar and the groovy ‘L’-shaped seat.
And I still have fond memories of zipping through fields and up country lanes when I could only have been 6 or 7.
Now my children are making those memories too – and it’s just the best fun!
Except maybe the day when Mia ‘got bored’ half way around and mummy had to hunch over and wheel her bike the 15-minute walk home while she trotted alongside saying: “I just can’t be expected to ride ALL THE TIME, mummy. Sometimes I just want to walk and rest my legs.”
That baby in the back seat gets the best deal, I’m telling you.
So do you have childhood memories of learning to ride a bike?
And how many guys coveted a BMX at the age of 9?!