Daily I ride my 3-wheel bike 'Big Red'
The first time dad put me on my bike, I slipped off. Dad was ready to return the bike.
Mother Judith insisted on getting back on the bike seat.
Of course I did, and slowly peddled down with both parent on each side-in case of an undeliberate veering off the road or side again.
Eventually I improved so much Mother Judith stopped joining us thankfully because she can be slightly over demanding, unlike my dad.
Dad walked along side until now, I am speedy so he is left in my 3-wheel dust, he might have to start riding his own bike.
Being in the country, I have mastered riding over bumpy roads. However, our neighbors have no respect for 3 wheel bikes, while I dust my dad out, neighbors (mind you we only have a couple) leave me in their pick-up dust.
But, I love to ride my bicycle.