Not sure if this is the right spot but....yesterday I decided to run across town and of course take the Wing. We had our youngest grandson over. As I moved my wife's car - she parked right in front of the garage door - rude. My grandson began yelling, "Paw-paw - your helmet." over and over. As I got out of the car he came running up to me with my helmet, once he handed it to me the world was suddenly all right again for him. It really hit me how much he cared about this old man and he wanted to make sure I was safe.