For about 25 years, I didn't have a bike. Then I got the idea, a few years ago, to buy a bike. I picked one up at Target, a cool cruiser, all pink and girlie. Then I proceeded to TRY to ride the bike.
One month later, I was still a total scaredy cat trying to actually get ON the bike. My sense of balance was totally shot. I did get up eventually and then took a few trips to the store and back and cruising the neighborhoods. It beat walking and felt a lot more effective too.
But just when I started feeling fairly confident on a bike, the tire went flat. So, I fixed it. It went flat again. That was it. Enough was enough.
First I couldn't get on the bike. Then I found my balance. Finally. Then the back tire went flat. I fixed it. Then it went flat AGAIN. Upshot? I gave the blasted thing away. My fancied love affair with bikes was so DONE.