If I fell off a bicycle every day I'd be a genius
Discovering the joys of riding at 40-plus will leave you hankering for all things new
I learnt how to ride a bicycle last year. I'm 46 years old. As the youngest of six kids, I suspect my folks had their hands full and were also kind of over it by the time I was toddling, so I never got to learning.
Even more mysteriously, I don't recall ever seeing a bicycle in our home, despite the fact that all my siblings know how to ride and we lived in a cul de sac, which is the suburban equivalent of Disneyland for kid bikers...