First step

The Anna Karenina standard of biking is this: Everyone who erudite how to journey a bicycle did so in roughly the same boring way; anyone who made it to adulthood without education required a unique series of roadblocks, failures, inattention, and procrastination. If you fall into the last group, congratulations! Your inability to do something most children have mastered makes a great conversation-starter. But your invented story of finally having tamed the wild, geared stallion will make an even better one. There’s no sexy disturbance in my past that kept me from learning: no 10-speed mowing down my parents in facade of my eyes, no bike-mounted bullies menacing me for my lunch money. It just never happened for me. I grew up in an apartment with a lack of storage space space in a bike-unfriendly neighborhood in a bike-unfriendly city, so tottering on training wheels down my block wasn’t an option. My parents know how to ride, but rarely did, and they either never got around to teaching me or gave up on me when I was too young to remember. In college, where my deficiency made me an object of inquisitiveness, attempts by friends to teach me were made under less-than-ideal situation, i.e. while we were all very drunk. Those attempts went poorly. By the time I reached my mid-twenties, I just kind of unspoken that if it hadn’t happened, it wasn’t going to. Even when I turned 31 earlier this year, I couldn’t ride a bike with any level of confidence, couldn’t stay on that bastard for more than a few feet without wobbling, with visions of veering into oncoming traffic flashing before my eyes. “Killed Trying to Learn to Bicycle,” the headlines would read, “Like a Pathetic bungling Baby.” I was ashamed of my inadequacy, but you shouldn’t be. It’s just a non-vital skill that most people have learned but others haven’t. Just because the alternative is a above all small one doesn’t make it a failure of quality.

Second step

But it’s worth knowledge. For one, it’s actually fun. If you educated to ride decades ago maybe you’ve inwards how it first felt, but it’s an incredible sensation to race through the park or down a demanding road, the air whooshing in your face and the world soaring by. You are free to go wherever you want and capable of getting there without having to alternative to shutting yourself off from the world in a car or train. You feel brilliant in body and mind; it is a workout, and it is a joy. For another—and this is an actual, semi-serious justification I have used on myself—what if you’re being chased by an ax murderer with good foot speed and you come across a bike? Do you or do you not want to be able to get away from the ax murderer? Here’s the underground to learning to ride a bike: Just keep trying it, you’ll get it soon. Wait, don’t leave! I know that sounds like terrible, of no use advice, but it’s the only advice that matters. I overlooked everyone who gave it to me all through my failed attempts, but they were 100 percent correct, the know-it-all. No one can tell you how to traverse, because it’s a muscle-memory thing and a practice thing. You really do just have to get on a bike, screw up for a while, and you will, incredibly, start to rotate up less. It’s not magic, even though it’ll feel like it. But there is conduct to give you the greatest probability of getting it. First: Find a bike. When I made the tentative conclusion to do this, I obviously didn’t own a bike, and didn’t have space to keep one. So I researched where I could rent them by the hour. And really, an hour here and an hour there is all you need. The very first time I rented a bike, out on Governor’s Island in New York harbor, I felt myself starting to figure out my sense of balance in about 45 minutes. Yes, that preordained 45 minutes of clumsy, halting, 10-foot rides, and endlessly bashing my shins on the pedals, but that was a small price to pay for tangible proof that I was capable of getting superior at this. And here’s the extra-great part: When I got on a bike again a couple months later out in Flushing Meadows (another hourly rental), I picked up almost exactly where I had left off. Your brain will memorize everything from the first assembly, and from every subsequent session! You don’t have to do any work; your muscle memory is better than you think. By the second hour, I was doing impressive that you wouldn’t be laughed out of the room for identifying as, in theory, a man riding a bicycle:

Third step

Find a good place to bike. If I had only bought a bike and try to roll out into traffic, I would have moreover died or been so scarred by the knowledge that I would never have tried it again. Biking in the city is a whole dissimilar thing. Instead, I went to secluded areas: parks, mainly, but also parking lots or near-deserted side streets in the outer boroughs. It meant no traffic to worry about, but it also meant no witnesses and no judgment. Not those onlookers would have actually been judging the grown-ass man who without a doubt didn’t know how to ride a bike, but my own fear of that would have been crippling enough to keep me from focus on the task at hand. Depending on your preference, an adult bike-riding class will cover both the wheels and the location. Here in New York, they’re offered by a nonprofit partnered with the city; wherever you are, there’s sure to be at least a private offering. I haven’t done one myself, but taking a class with a group of caring people in the same boat as me would have been the safest space imaginable. As you get better, bike where you can. At a friend’s house? Ask if you can hop on their bike and take a ride around the block. On break? Look up bike tours, or just rent one and toddle around the back streets. Not only will you get more comfortable with riding in varying locations, and get a little more capable each time, but your confidence will grow from knowing you can make biking be a inferior or tertiary activity to develop an already-fun time.

Four step

Recognize that you’re going to eat it. Continually. I’ve torn my shins to shreds from stopping short. I’ve gone over the handlebars on a silence park path in Berlin. I’ve skidded out on a cardboard box in Red Hook. Even this past weekend, I wiped out on the bridge to Rock away, and nearly wiped out again on the way back. It’s horrifying each time. It’s horrifying thinking about it now. But it’s going to happen, because it happens to even the best riders. If you’re safe and smart, the odds are very, very small that any of your crashes will do serious harm.Oh, hey, be safe, obviously. Do I even need to say it? Wear a helmet. Use lights. Go as quick as you’re comfortable. Be alert of cars, pedestrians, and other bikes. Don’t go the mistaken way down the street. Err on the side of complete caution at lights and intersection. If you’re still a tentative rider, be even safer. Keep your seat low enough that you can put your feet solidly on the ground if you need to. Get a heavier bike with thicker tires for better stability—I’ve got a hybrid, but no one’s going to say a thing if you go full mountain bike, even for urban riding. (When you get better, you can until the end of time trade up to a road bike. I’m not quite there yet, but I’m considering it.) Pick your rides very carefully: When I first starting biking on my own, I went out early in the morning, when I knew the streets would be emptier. Even now I’m most easy when I’ve planned out my route to make sure that much of it will be on roads with enthusiastic bike lanes.

Five Step

Discover a bike friend. This is unmistakably what put me over the pinnacle as a debonair “guy who can ride a bike.” I began hanging out with someone whose desired thing in the world is biking, and I knew I would get to hang out with her more if I could bike too. I’m worlds better now—I’m still way after her, which is OK—and I be familiar with I would never have made it this far without being encouraged to do something I might not have pursued on my own. Now and then we’ve all got to be pushed into doing enjoyable things that scare us. And we almost always end up grateful and better for it. If you can’t push yourself, I bet you’ve got friends who’ll be more than happy to push you. Really, they’ll relish the opportunity to teach you, and to share something they love with you. And they’ll be almost as enchanted in your development as you are. Almost. Five years ago, I literally could not ride a bicycle. Five months ago, I could barely ride a bike without horrifying myself and those around me. Three days ago, I rode to the beach and back, 35 miles. That’s not a huge deal to a real cyclist, but I felt especially good because it was impressive I never thought I’d be able to sniff. I’m pompous and want to tell everyone I know; heck, that’s probably the primary reason I’m writing this guide. So go give it a shot. I undertake it’ll be worth conceited about.