Uncle R (I shall henceforth refer to Uncle R by his old nickname of Jingles - it's easier) got a motor scooter a few weeks ago to add to his growing mechanical menagerie. Lion and Dragon had the good fortune to be visiting when Uncle and Aunty Jingles came over. Even better they (the Jingles) had their helmets and a spare helmet. This was a few weeks ago, on what was apparently, judging by the photos, a rare sunny day for January 09.
The boys had their bikes in the back of Grandad's ute. You can't pick up a lot of speed in a ute tray, but you can sure look cool on your bike with a real helmet on. Cool bikers don't smile, they just look serious.
No point in wearing a crash helmet without a crash. Back inside, racing up and down the hall, the purpose of the game seemed to be to end up in a head on collision as often as possible.
If you didn't crash you just weren't doing it right. I can hardly wait till they are old enough to get a real motor bike.