Lula is officially a bike rider. I'm so proud. We had to talk her into it a bit. She isn't overly determined and if Hazel has proficient mastery of a skill (see monkey bars) she is content to not even try. "Maybe when I'm six" she says.
I talked up bike riding. Stating that riding a bike equaled freedom. Professing that when you can ride a bike you can go three times faster than you can run. Go three times farther away from your parents. I gave her the hard sell. And she bought it hook, line and sinker.
One of the last times I actually had to help her get started. Grabbing the back of her seat and running a few steps before giving her a push she shouted over her shoulder, "Bye mommy! I'm off to college."