It's a saying we've heard a lot in our lives. "It's like riding a bike, you never forget." This past week, the training wheels came off, and my 6-year old daughter Kate learned to ride a bike.

It's a big moment in life, one of those you can usually remember when you learned to accomplish this necessary life skill. I remember my dad running with me, and then slamming into a tree when I realized he let go. Then, when I got it down, flying down the sidewalk in front of the neighbors, to show off my new found ability. My yellow Schwin with a banana seat (which was later stolen, I'm still bothered by it) became my main mode of transportation. Suddenly, I had some independence, some freedom, a way to get to a friends house or the park.

Now back to my daughter and her license to ride. It's great to see, but it really worries me.

Tonight, she just took off up the sidewalk. I drove up the street to tell her to ride back home. What about cars, and those backing out their driveway. She wears a helmet, something we never did as kids, but there are a lot of things that can happen.

I told her this spring, "This is the summer you learn to ride a bike." I didn't say "This is the summer, I add another worry, to the already long list of worries."

And my wife comes from a family of bike enthusiasts. They would rather watch the Tour de France than the Super Bowl. A leisurely afternoon for them, is a casual ride TO PLATTE. So Kate will have plenty of big riding opportunites.

She wants to ride the bike trail. While I don't think she's qute ready for that yet, since she still loses control sometimes, I'm sure we''ll be on the bike trail before the end of the summer. And I'll be riding right next to her, because it's something you always remember how to do.