When we first hooked it up to Grandpa's bicycle on the farm, she didn't want to get on it at first but with me holding onto her, she finally relented. Grandpa started riding slowly with me holding on to her and walking alongside while she gripped the handlebars tightly. After the first 50 yards, I slowly took my hands off but Little Abbey insisted I keep walking beside her. After 100 yards, I eased behind her and stopped and they kept on riding. Two miles later they returned and Little Abbey was breathless with excitement and chattering away.
Since then, she's ridden well over twenty miles behind my bicycle and loving it. She has gotten so confident that I hear her ringing the bell on her handle bar when we are going down hill and I think she should be hanging on with both hands. I still brake so that we don't get going too terribly fast, she always has her helmet on and even a pair of bicycling gloves and shorts to protect her but I still worry that she may fall off so I scold her to hang on with both hands. Sometimes she says "ok daddy" and other times she just rings the bell in answer. I can't help but smile.
She has blocks attached to the pedals so that she can reach them but she still isn't too much into pedaling just yet. Mostly she just coasts along checking out the scenery and saying "wheeeeee" every time we go downhill. We've been working up on the amount of time and distance we are out so not to overtire her. At first we just picked her up from daycare and rode home but now we are up to last night where we road four miles of trail around the perimeter of town. She has enjoyed it so much and asks to go riding so often that I have a feeling that her own bicycle with training wheels won't be as far off as I thought it might.