Hmmmm, reading this made me remember how I tried to learn bicycle when I was 10 I think. We had it coz my Papa used them. His bike is not that pretty, a kind that is meant for men or boys. And thats when I wish I have my own bike, bike for girls. Then I crave for it more when my former classmate in elementary started using a pretty bike and a cute basket in the front. I was so jealous. But thats the last memory I had with bicycle. If I can't have a pretty bike, then might as well not just use it. But I still learned how to ride it then. I am wondering if I can still drive one now....hmmmm