A little bit of a humblebrag I never ‘learned’ to ride a bike, the story goes in my family that’s my Dad found my mums old bike in the garage from when she was about 10. Spray painted it brown (this was about ‘82/‘82 but my Dad was very much a 70’s kind of guy) stuck a Mod’esq ‘ACE’ sticker on it and bought some stabilisers for me, but they didn’t fit. So he dropped the saddle as far as it would go, sat me on it and gave me a push and told me to pedal, apparently I rode off and didn’t return for an hour. It took me a while to learn/grow enough to start myself, but I could ride naturally.
Which brings me to my sister, she’s 18 years younger than me and in the time the old DNA must have diluted because she simply cannot ride a bike, she can’t drive either despite years of lessons. She lived in Oxford for 3 years at Uni and was probably the only one there who don’t have a bike.