As a young man, I wasn’t very good at making friends. I was nervous, awkward, bad at sports, cried easily, gave up quickly, avoided putting in effort. Most of these things are still true as an adult.
For me, neighborhood friends and bikes go hand in hand. I would cycle down the cul-de-sac to hangout with Jack and Peter in my first neighborhood. Even though the trip must have taken only thirty seconds, I never thought of doing it on foot.