The summer before fourth grade rolled around, and my older brother and my parents all wanted me to learn to ride a bike properly.  I was being stubborn and really didn’t want to learn, I had my rollerblades and that was good enough for me.  But at last I conceded and learned how to ride a two wheeled bike.  And I almost never used my rollerblades again.  Biking gave me so much more freedom, and I could be sitting down while getting places.  All the way to my sophomore year of high school if I wanted to get to a friends house I would bike there.  Biking was easy enough that it didn’t take hours to get across town and I was independent of getting a ride from my parents.

i'll hoof it
a four wheeled bike