One day, when I was I think 16 my dad tried to teach me how to ride a scooter so he took me to this secluded place in the woods so I couldn't kill anyone(or myself) and spent about one hour trying. It was a complete failure; my best was when I made the scooter rear up leaving us standing there while it went on by itself on one wheel for a couple of meters before flopping down much to my dad's discontent.
We never went back after that day though. He was probably afraid I'd destroy the scooter.
I'm a bit sad I never learned cause my dad himself is a biker, he's traveled all of Europe on his motorcycle, and grew up admiring his passion for it and wishing I could ride those cool bikes too eventually.
Ah well.