Saturday I took my oldest son (7) out riding. Sunday went riding with the big boys, crashed hard got hurt and laid up all week. Wednesday my wife asked if I was through riding for a few weeks. Answering yes, I was caught off guard by "the Bag" being thrown in my lap and her telling me to get the car, it's time. I am now the proud father of another gear bangin', throttle twistin', dirt roostin' little boy named Cannan. All I got out of her was, "Great, another dirtbike!"