they see me rollin'...they hatin'...
So this is what we learned. The bigger you are...the slower the bike. The smaller...the faster. When Noah got on it...after I yelled at him to put on sweats, socks and shoes and his Dad's dirtbike helmet (don't worry his head is big enough)...he was having a hard time taking off slowly. Then in the rush of a fast moving bike, he didn't know how to push the break. So he crashed into the curb. I heard it from down the street. I should say he didn't crash, the bike did. Michael grabbed his shirt and pulled him off the bike after he popped a wheelie and it headed for the curb.
So now the rear bumper thingie is broken.
Just a few more pieces and eventually the entire bike will fall apart, right? Hmmmph. Maybe it can take more abuse than that, who knows. I hate that freakin' bike. It's so dangerous.