We never really encouraged The Boy to ride his bike when we lived in Oklahoma because we lived in the country and there wasn't many places to ride to.
When we moved here to Iowa, we moved into town (the edge of town, but still in town). We told him he needed to learn to ride so he could ride to the pool and to school and wherever else he wanted to go.
No such luck.
It just wasn't happening.
We encouraged, we bribed, we paid his older brother to teach him. Nothing. He wasn't interested. He whined, he cried, he was frustrated. He just didn't want to learn. He could sorta go once the bike was in motion, but the starting off part was giving him fits.
A couple of weeks ago, I told him if he wanted to go to the pool, he could walk or ride his bike. I was tired of driving 10 blocks when he could manage to get there on his own.
A cousin was visiting from Colorado and asked him to go bike riding. He told him his bike was in storage. (Funny, but LIAR!)
Then, two nights ago, the girl from across the street asked him to go on a bike ride. He got his bike "out of storage" and off they went. He explained to her that he was still learning and she was very patient with him. They made a couple of trips around the block.
Yesterday, he rode to a friend's house.
A little while ago, he told me about seeing the goats today. I asked him, "What goats?" He said the ones by the nursing home.
"How did you get there?"
"I rode my bike."
He rode to the other side of town!
I'm so proud of him.