cold and clammy.
My son was fooling around again riding to school and wiped out again, but he got back on and rode off, after stopping to check that his brake calipers and levers were working. Then, it was raining when we got there and his numero uno concern in life is keeping his seat dry, so he got off the bike and stood there holding his sweatshirt over it and waited for me to take the plastic bag out from under the seat to put on it. I put it in the rack for him and then realized that he had moved over to shelter my own bike's seat. That was cute.