"Beauciphus" wrote

One day my friend put his foot under Bingo and gave a quick jerk. Bingo
flew about twenty feet, skidding along the lawn.

He never chased another bike.

Reminds me of another "and he never chased another bike" story, but it was
a bit too hard to make this happen, in my opinion.

Right towards the bottom of a pretty big hill, there lived a medium to large
dog, that loved to chase bikes. Going down was not a big problem. You
hated the return trip, where you were going slow, though.

As was normal, I turned the corner, and started pumping like mad, to gain
maximum speed asap, before the pedaling would not keep up with the speed.
As usual, the dog came out to give chase, but seriously mis-estimated the
timing.

He ran out in front of me, and I hit him right in the ribs at about 40 MPH.

Dog went flying, and let out a gratifying yelp. I also went flying, and
made some other non gratifying sounds of combined 4 letter words, while
sliding along leaving various layers of skin and flesh on the blacktop.

The wheel was round enough to get home, but not by much. The dog never did
chase me again, though. So, was it worth it? I'll let you decide, because
I have still not. g
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Jim in NC