In 1959 I was four years old and learned to ride a bicycle on a rural gravel road in Hale County, Alabama. I started out on "training wheels" and was soon able to shed those. The old bike had solid rubber tires and I rode it until the tires had completely disintegrated and I was riding on the rims.
Later that same year my Uncle Jim took me for a ride on his 1956 Harley Davidson trike, riding from my grandfather's house to the cattle gap and back.
I've been in love with every manner of two-wheeled conveyance ever since.