Max rides with me on this to school. We got it from some parents who don’t need it anymore and we fixed a flat tire and replaced a stolen seat.

We don’t have a great private place to secure it. It’s all just locked up on the street. One day we came out and one of the handlebar grips was gone. Ah well. People can be jerks. Such is life. No big deal.

We just ride without the grips and make do. “It’s fine!” says Max.

Today we came out to take Max to Brooklyn Game Lab for Dungeons and Dragons club. This is what we found:

Someone bought new handlebar grips and installed them on the bike for Max. Those are good ones, too! Better than what we had by a lot.

We were blown away by this thoughtful kindness!

Maxwell’s reaction was that he wants to learn how to fix things for other people. We have no idea who did this for us. If I figure it out I’m gonna hug the hell out them and thank them so much.

Just wanna share with everyone this feeling.