Heh.. sounds familiar! I'm clumsy enough on foot, so cartwheels are de rigeur when I'm flying around the local dirt singles. But my poor buddy Doug sometimes goes biking with me, and it nearly always results in some epic adventure -- hours and kilometres more than planned, bushwhacking through some swamp, or across beaver dams and the like. Generally takes a year or so before he forgets enough about the last time to try it again!

Cheers