I can remember getting my son a second hand Raleigh Tomahawk when he was at primary school and we lived in Chessington about 200 yards from what was just a zoo in those days.
Most evenings when I got home from work he would say dad dad, can we go for a bike ride.
This actually meant could I hang on to the back of the backrest whilst he sat on it and run up and down the huge deserted car park hoping that one day I would be able to let go and he would pedal away by himself.
I'm sure he didn't take that long to get the hang of it, It just seemed like it at the time.
In contrast his sister only sat on a bike about half a dozen times and she was away.
Ah, nostalgia......ain't what it used to be