Sunday, April 06, 2008

Saturday Night

Today, I was doing some work in my shop when Bobby stopped by on one of his motorized bicycles. I took a break and we chatted.
I was looking over his ride when he suggested I take a ride on it. I considered his generous offer and took off on the beast. It was fast, considering it had a small motorcycle engine on the lightweight bicycle chassis. I enjoyed it, for the most part.
I rode it back into the shop and shut it down. Bobby asked me if I had heard a screeching noise while I was riding it.
Yes,” I replied. “Yes I did.”
“What do you think it was?” he asked.
“It was me screaming,” I responded.
“Why didn’t you tell me the brakes don’t work?”


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