Andrew and I
were best mates at school. So one day, there we were waiting on the bus to take us there, when his little brother Willie came by on his bike, off to the primary school. He came bombing past us, waving as he went, with a carrier bag containing his packed lunch* dangling from the handlebars.

This bag, about half a second later, became entangled in the spokes of the front wheel. The wheel, hindered as it was by this plastic encumbrance, decelerated rapidly, whereupon the combined momentum of the rest of the bike and its rider pivoted on the front axle and sent Willie flying down the road. I've never seen anyone go over the handlebars of a bike so spectacularly in my life.

Fortunately he wasn't badly hurt, which is just as well as we were all pissing ourselves laughing.


*Such a bag is commonly known around these parts as a 'piece poke'.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 8:59, 1 reply)

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(Lizard King, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 11:55, closed)