On Friday, I quit work early. One of my dearest friends in the world put out a call that her son, born with half a heart and been under the knife more times than I've washed my sox, was really down. He's 11 and despite his considerable medical issues, is doing relatively well... considering... Anyway, I rocked up, with a full set of spare gear, all too big for him LOL, put it on him, threw him on, and off we went for a spin down the nepean highway. What a trooper. He was trying to be "too cool for school" like he did this everyday... Hah! According to his mother, he hasn't stopped talking about it and it was just the tonic he needed. Such a small gesture had such big rewards. Anyway, I'm waiting for some pics. I'll post up the smiling tyke when some pics come through. Any two wheeled joy stories to share?