I never got beyond training wheels.
One afternoon, I sped around our neighborhood a little too quickly and fell off. I scraped my elbow, but I repaired the damage myself with one of the bandaids I had stored in my little pouch for situations just like that.
And I never got back on until twelve years later as a college freshman.
I was visiting a friend at UCSB. She had plans for us to attend something that was located too far to walk, but just right for a leisurely bike ride. I had an hour to learn something I should have learned more than a decade ago. All I have to say is that I was thankful for my long legs that allowed me to brace myself for crashing into the parked BMW's along the street.
That was the last time I ever attempted to ride a bike. I still don't know how.
This video makes me want to learn again (via donsonlog):
Rock and roll!