When my dad was teaching me how to ride a bike, I would make it so far and then fall down.

I couldn't figure out how to control the bicycle and myself, and every single little bump in the road, I would lose control of the bike.

After the third or fourth time my dad picked me up and dusted me off, and he placed a hand on my shoulder and he said, "Look son, you rule the road. Don't let the road rule you."

And I don't know what magic there is in that phrase, but immediately after hearing that, I could ride a bicycle.

And it's not just me. I later on encountered a kid who was learning how to ride a bike, and he kept falling over. And I looked at him and I said, "I'll tell you what my dad told me. You rule the road. Don't let the road rule you."

A few days later, I saw his little, like, I don't know, seven-year-old self riding a freaking full-grown adult 10-speed mountain bike and pulling tricks when just three or four days prior he was falling down on a huffy.