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That´s exactly what I´ve been able to prevent with sons number two and three, since their older brother was rammed by a car while driving: number four got a motorcycle. Sold his moped and, with the help of husband not so beloved at that point, for reasons given above, bought a 125 cubic machine. That boy is a nail of my coffin. His first accident with a two-wheeler he had when he was two. My father got him a battery-powered motorcycle for children for Christmas. Ten minutes later he ran the Christmas tree down. Not much has changed since then. Guess I´ll have to cope with sleepness nights from now on, when that dud is on the road!