Last night after dinner we headed over to the playground for the second time that day. With temps in the upper 70s how could we resist?
Our favorite playground is less than two blocks from our house but to get there we need to cross a fairly busy intersection. As we were waiting for our walk signal we heard a motorcycle revving its engine. The light turned green and the motorcyclist took off...except...except that it all went wrong.
The driver must have given the cycle too much gas because when he tried to go his front wheel popped high in the air. I'll admit it, at first I thought he was showing off. But then the rear wheel started hopping around on the pavement like a pogo stick before the whole bike finally skidded onto its side right smack dab in the middle of the intersection. Afterward Brian said something about how the driver must have done something with the clutch? I don't know how to drive a stick shift so when I hear clutch I tune out. Unless of course we're talking purses.
Anyway if you've ever been in an accident or witnessed one you know that in the few seconds when it's over and everything settles there's complete silence. All cars in all directions had stopped and no one was moving. And then, like a pin dropping, came a tiny but very, very audible voice.
"Uh oh."
"Uh oh."
"UH OH!"
William's comedic timing was spot on. And don't worry. I wouldn't be making light of this situation if the driver wasn't OK. He was fine. I think the only thing that was left bruised and battered was his ego. Oh, and probably his motorcycle. Ouch.
Our favorite playground is less than two blocks from our house but to get there we need to cross a fairly busy intersection. As we were waiting for our walk signal we heard a motorcycle revving its engine. The light turned green and the motorcyclist took off...except...except that it all went wrong.
The driver must have given the cycle too much gas because when he tried to go his front wheel popped high in the air. I'll admit it, at first I thought he was showing off. But then the rear wheel started hopping around on the pavement like a pogo stick before the whole bike finally skidded onto its side right smack dab in the middle of the intersection. Afterward Brian said something about how the driver must have done something with the clutch? I don't know how to drive a stick shift so when I hear clutch I tune out. Unless of course we're talking purses.
Anyway if you've ever been in an accident or witnessed one you know that in the few seconds when it's over and everything settles there's complete silence. All cars in all directions had stopped and no one was moving. And then, like a pin dropping, came a tiny but very, very audible voice.
"Uh oh."
"Uh oh."
"UH OH!"
William's comedic timing was spot on. And don't worry. I wouldn't be making light of this situation if the driver wasn't OK. He was fine. I think the only thing that was left bruised and battered was his ego. Oh, and probably his motorcycle. Ouch.
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