A rake in the grass
January 1, 2008
Can there be anything more annoying and damaging to one’s shins than carrying not one but TWO tricycles down to the park?
Just too small to wheel comfortably along, and too large to carry with any grace, these dark fell beasts twist in one’s grip to bark one’s shins with either pedal or wheel. Occasionally, if the creature is in a particularly foul and vengeful mood, it will turn sharply so as to inveigle its out-rigger training wheel between one’s legs and so break one’s stride and, potentially, force one to trip and land with one’s delicate parts neatly skewered on an upturned handlebar. Very unforgiving is the upturned handlebar.
Add to the mix two small children straining at the leash to RUN down the hill to the park while Daddy trails behind and it’s a recipe for disaster. Disaster I tells you.
Now if only these guys would hurry up and get their bike into production. I’ll take one, grown-up size please.