Dunno. Nothing has prepared me for the Little Man coming of age. I rode my first singletrack at the ripe old age of like 23. Dude is 5. Ripping it. Rolling it. Feeling it. Stubboarn and all that on his RIGID FUCKING SINGLESPEED. Core, to the core. Lord knows...where he will go and what he will do. Be it said, that if my regional jet to Utah goes down tomorrow, I will feel complete. Sated. Even, stoked. I got this far, and that's a miracle. God bles syou Q-Dog. And your stubborn nature and energy and lust for life. May it ever be thus.