He felt the sweat starting to run down his back as he jogged along the familiar sidewalk in his neighborhood. His eyes were starting to sting from the perspiration as well. Suddenly a black blur whirled around the corner in front of him and he didn't have time to react before the tweener-piloted bike knocked him off his feet.
"Sorry, Dad!", his son Brian called as he rode off.
"Kids" he thought to himself as he slowly made his way back up.
"Sorry, Dad!", his son Brian called as he rode off.
"Kids" he thought to himself as he slowly made his way back up.
