Regular readers of this journal know that I bike with my kids. A lot. In traffic.

This is a more controversial subject than I would ever have imagined. I have spent a lot of the past 24 hours discussing it politely.

At the end of all that polite discussion, I took my five-year-old to pick up our farm share in the bike trailer.

As usual, we got heckled on our way to the Growing Center by some fool who felt the need to shout “That is SO dangerous” at us.

This time, that fool was a ten-year-old kid riding a skateboard down the middle of the street, going the wrong way on a one-way street, with no helmet or pads. Seriously.

I laughed so hard I might have fallen off my bike if I were a less skilled rider.