roflroflrofl You're an evil bastard.
I simply must insist on a demonstation of your riding prowess next time I visit. Yes, simply must.
Evil, schmevil. I've told those kids to stay out of my driveway and yard, because there are big, heavy, potentially-injurious metal parts lying around and I don't need the lawsuit that will inevitably arise after a 7¼" Chrysler axle falls on one of them and leaves them with physical scars to match the emotional ones already deeply seeded. So, I find a toy in my yard, it gets confiscated and thrown out. I just haven't had the time to Sawzall the Big Wheel yet. I have thrown out a set of roller skates, a pair of water wings, and some binoculars. I nearly got the Razor scooter but they came and got it before I could run it over with the Imperial. The binoculars were the best--rather than throw them out, I was fed up and fired them across the street. They were lying by the curb overnight, and as I was pouring myself coffee the next morning, gazing out the kitchen window, two women with strollers were passing. One stopped, picked up the binocs, looked through them, and tossed them in the basket on the stroller. Off she went with no concern for their origins. :dance: I nearly choked with delight, and had to clean up the coffee spewed on the window.
I told a different neighbor about this Saturday night. She also has a small daughter, who's not allowed to play with the Baby Boozefighters ("I told her she's not allowed past your driveway.") Her reaction was, "If my daughter leaves her stuff in your yard, throw it away! If she's not gonna take care of it, she must not want it. If something disappears, I'm not going to buy her another one. Tough shit." Nice to see someone's still trying to instill responsibility.
As far as my riding skills, I'm just all ate up with Big Wheel tricks. My 540 double-backflip seatgrab with a handlebar spin will leave you dazed and deliriously applauding. :dance: