I loved this article in The New York Times about a bike class for adults who want to learn to ride. I so appreciate the reasons why these folks did not learn to ride as kids and I really applaud their courage for taking it on now.
I could not help but be reminded of my mom. Thinking about this now, I can't recall ever seeing my mom ride a bike nor have I seen pictures of her on a bike (I may need to reach out to my sibs to see if they have different recollections). However, long after my mom became an adult, well after becoming a mom of seven children, after tons of hours taking each of us to swimming lessons and watching some of us compete in numerous swim meets, my mom decided to take swimming lessons.
Growing up, she had spent time in the ocean but did very little swimming in pools. So while she learned to bob up and down in the waves, she never learned how to put her face in the water and stroke. As a kid, while she was insistent that we all learn to swim, I remember watching her in a pool, always carefully keeping her head out of water and I am sure it was *not* because she was worried about her hair.
I can't even quite guess how old she was when she decided to sign up for swim classes, not at our local YMCA, but one a few towns over so she wouldn't be apt to run into people she knew. I was already out of college though so she had to be well into her 50s or perhaps even in her 60s. I wish I go back and interview her about this choice. I remember that I greeted the news with some mild enthusiasm but now, I think this is perhaps one of the coolest things ever. My mom, well into middle age, decided to learn to swim. Wow.
And a big WOW to all the folks spending time at the Brooklyn Bridge Park learning to balance and pedal and set themselves free.