Question of the Day - Thursday, September 5th, 2024

[Sally PB]

I think I was 7. It seemed like I was "late in learning how to ride a two-wheeler" because I was the youngest in the family, had an older friend, and they and all the kids I knew already knew how.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Six. Still have a scar on left knee where ... something happened.

 

[The Moonshiner]

... something happened.

Crashed out while jumping little red wagons playing Evel Knievel?

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Crashed out while jumping little red wagons playing Evel Knievel?

Did Evel Knievel exist in 1959?

 

[The Moonshiner]

Did Evel Knievel exist in 1959?

He existed but didn't start jumping motorcycles until the mid 60s.
His first public jump was over two boxes. One containing 2 mountain lions and the other rattlesnakes.
After hitting the rattlesnake box and spreading panic through the crowd he moved on to jumping cars a couple years later.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Yeah, at that age I never would have heard of him. I think the neighbor's dog ran in front of me and I wiped out.

 

[HorseGirlAbby]

Six. Still have a scar on left knee where ... something happened.

“Something” happened quite often while bike riding at our house. We had DNR land literally right off our dirt road, and there were miles of trails. I think the worst accident was my brother hitting a rock and doing a somersault over the handlebars…he was lucky he was wearing a helmet.

 

[5Australorpasaures]

5

 

[Lovely Lettie]

Probably about 8

 

[fowltemptress]

It was the summer between kindergarten and first grade that I crashed my bike. Luckily when I hit the concrete, my head cushioned the fall. No one wore helmets back then. I remember waking up on my neighbor's white couch. She was on the phone and had her hand or something on my head. Then I blacked out and the next thing I remember is being in the tub at my house being bathed by my parents in what I thought was blood, which wasn't far from the truth. I didn't realize at the time that it was just my blood mixing with the water. I blacked out again and woke up on my parents' bed, and I remember trying to get up and go outside and my parents finding me and dragging me back to the bed, and when I finally did escape my parents' notice and made it outdoors a neighbor boy saw me and hit me in the head with a pine cone. For being concussed, it's one of my strongest memories from that time period.

So yeah, whatever age comes between kindergarten and first grade, I learned to ride a bike sometime before that.