The fellow has been at it tonight... Not 2 minutes from home, I happen upon a scuffed black scooter parked facing the wrong way with what can only be described as a 12 year old in T-shirt and trackie bottoms sitting on the kerb crying into his mother's bosom, cheap visor-less helmet on the kerb next to him. One can only assume he fell off going in a straight line. Or round the gentle corner a little way down the road. No other vehicles were involved. I was going to stop, but thought he might be a bit embaressed with his mum there. Of course, if I'd been first on the scene, I'd have stopped, checked his wasn't going to die, and given him a gentle lecture on the joys of protective clothing. When I arrived home, I thought better of it, and went back, at least to have a closer shufty. As I approached the scene, the child was gone, and his mother was about to ride the scooter back home. It goes to show that kiddies on scooters are a menace to themselves...
