>>1057488>How fucked am I?Barely, if at all.
Parents tried to get me biking when I was a kid, but never got the hang of it.
Distinctly remember going straight on a flat road, then falling into the ditch somehow.
Fuck bikes, I thought.
Didn't even try it again before I was 21 or so, where I found a beater bike and rode back and forth in the backyard about five hours total.
Started out practicing starting, stopping and going straight, then went on to figure out the whole "turning" thing.
Once the basics were down, I went out on the quiet roads during low-traffic hours (3 AM summer rides are great) - at this point I buy my own bike.
Getting more comfortable with the bike, I went on to ride in gradually more trafficked areas - eventually moving on to regular commuting.
I found that a big motivator for getting on the bike (once I'd learned how to) was the sense of exploration.
It was fun to aimlessly go through the neighborhood areas.
Simply looking on a map and thinking "Never been there: that's the next destination" was very enjoyable.
