I learned to ride a bike when I was twelve. It was late for most kids, but I remember staying up on my first try. Maybe I didn't know until I tried? In any case, with it I had a problem of aiming for objects in the road rather than going around them. Fear of hitting a person? I would somehow swerve toward them. Fast forward to present day when GOOD received bikes from Linus (thank you Linus) to use/borrow/give away. We decided to take a quick jaunt to the food trucks - via bike. My childhood fears of "can I get up and stay up on this bike" and "what if I hit a person" came right back up. Riding on Wilshire at lunch hour to LACMA only increased that fear. Luckly, I was among friends, I was welcomed with a wide sidewalk (and a helmet), and didn't make one hit. I conquered a fear and took an alternate form of transportation.