JMichael had a bike in Arkansas, but, he never learned to ride it without training wheels. On our street in Arkansas, he had neighborhood friends who saw him at six or seven still trying to master his bike with training wheels and that was the end of that - he didn't want to hear about it from them, so he never learned. When we moved, we gave away his bike because it was too small for him.
Now in Maryland, Eric and Abbey had Gavin's old bike and graciously gave it to the now ten year old who can't ride a bike. It took about twenty minutes before he was racing up and down our long driveway with no trouble at all. Charlotte and Samantha were out there, yelling pointers and pushing him to get started. Success.
When I get home from work now, and JMichael's bike is not in its parking spot, then he's off in our little community at his friends' houses and riding around. The rule - be home before dark and if mom or dad has to come looking for you, the bike is off limits for a while. So far, he has loved his little taste of freedom and we can count on him to burst through the door at the setting sun and say, what's for supper?!