On the way to work this morning, I’m stopped at a red light when I hear a faint voice to my left. “Excuse me Mr Motorbike man.” I look over to see two kids standing on the footpath. “Can we race you?” Now the little one I know I can take, but the bigger one looks pretty fit for a 10 year old. I give a nod and a few revs and the three of us are lined up and ready to go. The lights change and the kids are off. Unfortunately for me the cars in front don’t seem to be in a hurry today, so the kids get a good head start. It’s not long until they get going and I can unleash my 250cc beast and within a few metres I’ve past them and won my first ever street race!!! I spent the rest of the journey to work happy in the knowledge that while I may not be smarter than a fifth grader, I am certainly quicker than one. T.