just a little addition to my last post...
1) I didn't even learn how to ride a bicycle until I was 10 years old. I never got the hang of the balancing part, so once I got too big for training wheels I gave up on it. By the time I was 10 my sister couldn't stand it anymore so she dragged me up hills and made me ride down them till I fell. Then came the magical moment when I didn't fall. I rode all day until I was stiff as a board. Today I rode until my calves started to cramp.
2) I am pretty sure that the blinking lights I bought for my bike have already saved my life. Probably more than once.
on a very unrelated note:
D. F. -- Rest in peace, and memory eternal.