QotD: It's Like Riding A Bike

Who taught you how to ride a bike?

My dad taught me how. It took forever (or so it seemed, I have no idea how long it took in grownup time). I remember one night I was riding and I fell over, with the training wheels still on. I was mortified that I had done that.

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