On my parent's street (just happened). He went next door to say hi to his buddy Jack and a few min later I look out the window and there is my son with this fancy motocross helmet on whizzing around the culdesac and street. I take it in for about 3.5 seconds and I decide, he definitely doesnt need to be out there riding that thing and it looks like it's going awfully fast plus he's never ridden one LOL I'm thinking, Let me go take care of this nonsense. So i walk through the house and out the garage door and by that time I look out into the cul de sac and there is a ChemLawn pick up with a trailer on back, two ChemLawn guys, my ex husband and my son standing in the cul de sac, looking at the motorbike which is now laying on it's side under the front bumper of the ChemLawn truck. And then there's the yelling.