When I was in my early teens I was an avid bicyclist and once took a 70-mile bike expedition by myself along Long Island's north shore just to see a state park that was being developed out there.
A couple of years later, in the late 1960s, when I was in my mid-late teens, I was really interested in having a motorcycle because it was a less-costly ticket to freedom. My mom didn't like the idea (she laid claim to any money I made from any kind of employment) and was advised by the elders that it would be "inappropriate" for a baptized JW like me to have a motorcycle.
After all, Jesus didn't have one!
Mom won, of course. I had my first car AFTER I married and moved out of her house.