You know, I was going to take him on my bike but he didn't want to.......it had to be "grandma's motorcycle".

Terrie kept trying to get him to come all the way inside and close the door (he was looking out the steel security screen door). He refused for the longest. I had to explain it to her......."Terrie, you'd have to be a boy to understand.....if I were out here for six hours washing these bikes, he'd be standing there for six hours.".
He had his helmet and little gloves on half an hour ahead of time.

I remember my first ride and now I've had the pleasure of giving another little boy his first ride and being able to photograph it (we're going to print some of the photos and frame them for his room) for him. He talked all the way around the block......and for an hour after.

He thought the pleasure was his............but it was mine!
