I rode about 300 mi. yesterday. Had to clear my head about some stuff going on.( a friend and rider commited suicide on thursday night). But anyway, I stopped in a little town to get fuel and water. There was a kid about 10 or 12 on his mountain bike in the parking lot. I caught him looking at me a couple times as I put my gear on. So I start a conversation with him, ( I knew he had alot of question and thought maybe I could point him in the right direction before he learns the hard way.) So we talk about how fast it will go wheelies, stoppies and all the stuff kids see in the movies. I got him convinced to learn more than wheelies when he gets a bike. Then he asks about my coat, so I let him try it on and explain why I wear it and the rest of the stuff. So then I bust into my 'where is your helmet, knee, and elbow pads, 'just like I'm a real grown up or something speech' LOL. I hope I pointed him the right way, but man I feel old. Let's here some more stories about droolin kids and how you tried to help our sport. I could use some good news.