Dayum, i got so mad when some 12yo squeaker rammed into me like 50 m before the finish line which resulted in me getting f*cked up by a rock. f*ck kids.
I feel you, man.
A f*cking kid who didn't know how to drive but to rely on speed rammed my Massacro when I was at the first position and reaching first place in a straight lane.
He went first and was so proud. That kid would have a bruise on his face if he was beside me.
Looks like we all have pretty much the same experience with kids in races.