In grade 4, M moved here from Saudi Arabia. His dad bought him a bike when he got here, but the brake didn’t work so well. “And, you know, I live up the hill. So I was coming down and into my driveway, right? I squeezed the brake but it didn’t catch and I missed the driveway and crashed right into a tree!” No more bike. A neighbour who had one, this one, gave it to M, and “until ALL the snow comes” he is going to ride to school every, single day. Believe that.