July 31st, Erik's Grandad Russ and Grandma Pop (nicknamed because of the "popping" sound she makes with her finger in her cheek) were due to arrive. I wanted to give him the chance to ride his bike without all the extra "help" from more people watching. Plus, taking him early allowed him to show-off what he could do.
I'd read a few methods of teaching bike riding and settled on this...
- Wait for the child to want to remove the training wheels.
- Once removed, don't reinstall the training wheels.
- Take them to a grassy slope.
- Put them near the bottom of the slope, and just have them lift their feet from the ground.
- Slowly move the child up the hill while having them put their feet on the pedals, and eventually pedaling.
- Introduce steering concepts as well as safe stopping (feet down).
- Let the child progress, while encouraging and keeping hands off the bike.
It turns out I'd done a lot of reading for nothing. Frank pretty much took right too it. In less than 30 minutes, we were back home with a "two-wheelin' bike-ridin' boy". He's fallen three times TOTAL since that day. He loves riding his bike, and always does so with his helmet on.
Frank LOVES to ride his bike! Yeah Frank!!! :D