I never considered hopping behind the wheel and riding down our road or any other road for that matter without a license.



I guess when you’re three, things like that just really don’t matter to you.



I thought about trying to reason with him, but you see he wasn’t the only one. There was a gang of them and they looked mighty tough. I’ve had a few run-ins with each one of them on and off of the road and I didn’t want to chance it, so I decided to remain quiet and just let them ride.



Just a few weeks ago, this was Canyon’s ride. Life was good and he was happy.



Well, let somebody turn three (more), get a “new” bike, and all of a sudden he thinks he rules the world.



He even started riding circles around me.



One thing about just turning three is that you know a few things, but you still have a lot to learn. One tip I offered, is that he should keep his eyes on the road rather than worrying about what’s happening somewhere else.



A few minutes away from the house, he all of a sudden got a conscience and reconsidered his ways, that maybe he needed a license for all of the wild riding he was doing.



Then realizing he was only a few minutes away from home, figured he’d ridden as far as he did, so what harm could a few more minutes do?