So one day last month I got a phone call after school from M that his bike was broken and could I come pick him up. Of course I said yes and headed straight to the car. With three little brothers all buckled in, I turned on the van and nothing happened. So three little brothers went to Grandma's where I borrowed her Honda Civic, drove to M's school, shoved the bike in the trunk, drove us home, unloaded the bike, returned the car and got three lilttle brothers.
Poor M was just riding in front of the school where he hit a sprinkler divot and then this happened. He was a little scratched up, he has a new bike now, and loves riding to and from school.
