My father removed all the adaptive equipment and told me I could learn how to ride when I was big enough. When I would see other kids riding their bikes, the image of the shiny red bike would haunt me and soon I was pushing it alongside a rock wall by our house so that I could get on the wall and mount the bike, then push off from the wall. I was determined to be big enough to ride the bike. At first I would coast just a little and then fall off in the grass. I continued this process, and each time I was going further and further before a crash would occur.
Bike riding is a skill that everyone has to learn by making mistakes and falling off.
And sometimes you have to grow into it. You have to be big enough to ride the bike. It was frightening to me at first, but I didn't get hurt, and I did learn to ride before I was five. When I was twenty-one I went to Viet Nam where I lost my sight due to a mine explosion. I technically learned these skills in the same way I technically was riding my bike when I coasted a few feet on the grass.