Scott Swanson
The small group of cyclists pedal up 6th Avenue, toward Elm Street, on a recent sunny afternoon – half a dozen fifth-graders and two adults.
They approach a stop sign at an intersection, and the youngster in the lead pulls up and stops.
“Signal,” one of the adults yells.
The boy extends his right arm, then turns the corner as the others follow.
It’s another day – the final day, actually – of…