Bicycles, huh? When I was younger I found them to be mystical, two-wheeled things that remained upright seemingly by magic. Training wheels were my crutch until one day dad ripped them off and gave me a shove down the street.
There's actually no "gyro" in the Löopa "gyro bowl," so the designers' decision to market it as such is a bit disingenuous, but nevertheless it's a novel idea that could get the brattiest of kids to eat their cereal...
As a child, learning to ride a bike vexed me to no end. While my friends zipped around the neighborhood on two wheels, I plodded along on four, thanks to an embarrassing set of "training wheels." Good news: They're doomed.