What car?

He is so intent on watching his feet working the pedals he stares at them and could go off a cliff for all he cares. He'll be a nightmare on the road. He never stops yabbering, full of "Why, What, When," brilliant entertainment. Eventually he'll be like the rest, hammering around corners right on the edge. For now we just have to get in front of him!
When told it was his responsibility to push his bike back he stood in front of it, facing the saddle and pulled backwards. So much for evolution.