I think Steve actually might have taught him something last night after they rode to the store for the ice cream. I got on my bike and rode down to watch them practicing in the church parkinglot down the street...he had him driving through gravel, but I never saw him slip.
Although I don't know if anything coulda stopped this slide...he turned the same instant he hit the gravel, going too fast and went down FLOP right on his face and right side...seemed instantaneous.
Remembering it, I ran over to him and it seemed like I just flew...like my legs didn't even move. I was standing in front of my driveway and he fell in the neighbor's driveway, so he wasn't too far, but still a bit of a distance. I ran, jerked him up, dragged his bike out of the driveway and in to the neighbor's yard, still holding him and then ran back with him in my arms...and I don't recall ever being out of breath! Shaking, but not winded.
Adrenalin...good stuff that!
Kids'll do that to ya! :-) Good thing that. :-)