My bike ride 1962

Subject: My bike ride 1962 Wed 25 Apr 2007 - 23:16

One day on my three wheeler.
At the top of Cold Stream Place.
I set off on my own downhill.
I didn't want to race.

Just to see if I could make it.
To the bottom, all the way.
And see the look on our Lynne's face.
Then she'd have to let me play.

Setting off I found was easy.
A push is all it takes.
It was only when I got half way.
I found there were no brakes.

It was near the bottom I hit full speed.
With Rawcliffe Street ahead.
If any cars are coming across.
There's no chance now I'm dead.

I shot across with both eyes shut.
And reached the other side.
But now that they were open.
They really opened wide.

I bounced across the cobbles.
And hurtled down the alley.
With houses coming straight ahead.
There was no time to dally.

I aimed it for a backyard gate.
So that would break my fall.
I missed it by a little bit.
And shot into the wall.

Head and wall, contact was made.
With one almighty thud.
I landed heavily on the ground.
Still breathing that was good.

A lady shot out at the racket I made.
And carried me into her yard.
She tut tutted a lot.
And put on the lump.
A quarter pound of lard.

Feeling steadier now I got to my feet.
And set off with my bike.
Downhill I now know is the easy bit.
But uphill what a hike.

Copyright DW Smith 2007.

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Subject: Re: My bike ride 1962 Thu 26 Apr 2007 - 13:14

Brilliant Daz,

It brought memories back of my sister on her first two wheeler (secondhand) racing down the lane and crashing into the Cemetery Gates. We limped home with a mangled bike afraid of the reception we would get on arrival!

mattycat
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Subject: Re: My bike ride 1962 Fri 27 Apr 2007 - 23:51

Hi Mattycat.
It's funny how some things stick in your mind isn't it?
Lots of love
Daz
xxx
_________________
My family are like stars in the night sky of my life.
Always there at the end of the day.
The light of their love forever constant as the Northern star.
Safely guiding me home.
Dreams are the realities of tomorrow.
Everyone is in tune with the spirits of their ancestors. Unfortunately some are tone deaf.
Copyright. Daz.2008.