But don't get the wrong idea about my view of teenagers.
Not long ago, I stumbled into the garage at the end of a tough day, after a tiring commute home in fresh snow.
As I stood in the garage shaking snow off my my clothes, my very cool daughter walked out and put a big mug of hot chocolate in my hand.
Teenagers ain't all bad. Mine isn't, anyway.
She rides a mountain bike, too. I don't think it's a coincidence. Most of the coolest kids I know are kids who ride.
Teach your children well. Take 'em out on rides.