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I learned at age 6, by the way. I had a red bike of unknown brand, and I remember that it had solid rubber tires for some reason. I first soloed by convincing myself that a fictional kid had stolen 50 cents from me and I had to catch him, and I generated enough fictional anger that I rode the bike fast and blocked out my fear of falling.
I currently don't ride at all, and figure that my lack of coordination will prohibit me from biking at a speed that is fast enough to be relevant. I'll just run, thank you.
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