|Women with bicycles, c. 1880-1890|
My dad went out with me nearly every day to teach me how to ride. I did all right going in a straight line, but corners were more difficult to master. A hazard in the form of a large beachgrass plant made one corner especially tricky--breezes would often blow the long, swaying blades of the grass into my face just as I was trying to turn,
Eventually I conquered that corner, beachgrass and all, and when I did I considered myself to have truly mastered the art of riding a bicycle.