Do you remember learning to ride a bike? I do. No training wheels, just Dad sprinting along behind me until I got my balance and took off. Took off into a huge thrill. Before I moved on to engine powered wheels, I could ride my bike with my belly on the seat and my feet out behind me, around corners with no hands, all over town and back before anyone knew I was gone, and into places where I was not supposed to go.
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My parents were so over-protective that I never had a two-wheeler but I had the biggest three-wheeler on the block. I kept it in the garage. When I was in college,I took more than a few rides on motorcycles, hair flying in the breeze. My parents never knew.