Yesterday, the teenage kids redeemed themselves a little bit in my book. My husband and I were biking home on his Fred Meyer bike (NEVER AGAIN, long story, but never again are we buying a bike from one of those places) and the left crank snapped off. A crew of dorky looking kids who were dirtjumping and in general just playing around by the side of the path heard him swearing and kicking the bike, and loaned him one of their folding bike repair tools. We got the crank back on (kinda, it stripped inside) and we thanked them... In the right circumstances, I'm sure those kids could've been jerks, but there's a certain sense of brother (or sister!)-hood in the biking community. Bikers unite!