Mr. Boy learned to ride a bicycle on our weekend Cub Scout camping trip to McKinney Falls. He got the urge, borrowed a bike from a Den friend and rode off. After a little trouble figuring out the hand brakes, he was good to go.
He was worried later that, because he doesn’t have a bicycle of his own (yet) that he might forget how to ride before he gets one. Nope, I told him. Riding a bicycle is for always. Once your inner-ear-brain is attuned, you’re set for life.
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