Training Wheels

As I was walking home from work I noticed a little boy barreling down the sidewalk toward me on his bike. He appeared to be about 5 or 6 years old.
"Beep, beep! Look out!", he glared at me.
I sidestepped in time, and avoided being bowled over. Stepping back onto the sidewalk, I glanced around. His father was sitting on the steps of the house I'd just passed.
Not a word.
Well, maybe he was waiting until I was out of earshot to give his son some instruction...

Two blocks down I noticed several cars stopped in the intersection. One of them was a police car with blue lights flashing.
A three car accident? Four?
Approaching, I noticed they were all police cars. One with blue lights flashing and four unmarked. There, with hands cuffed behind their backs, legs spread, and faces pressed onto the hood of one of the cars, were two young teens, two bicycles lying on the sidewalk nearby.
Wonder what they did to deserve a five-car salute. Did they steal those bikes? Were they buying drugs? Selling them?
My first thought was of their mothers. They were about to have a beautiful spring evening ruined.
And maybe there are a couple of dads out there today wondering where they went wrong.