Motorcycle Mayhem
I was walking the dog in one of our local parks when I heard two dirt bikes roaring around in the low, flat area next to the pond. Curious, I headed over just in time to see one of the bikes climb a fairly steep bank and stop on the edge of the pond. His buddy, oblivious to the existence of the pond, decided to also climb the bank, but failed to stop at the top and went sailing straight into the pond, landing with an almighty splash and a cloud of steam from the hot engine. He surfaced unhurt but covered in weeds, filth and muck which had lain on the bottom for years. As the bike was only in a couple of feet of water, they were able to drag it out. Although apparently undamaged, it too was covered in stinking black muck. I could smell the decomposing plants and fish from fifty yards off. Even the dog winced at the odour. Did the lad get any sympathy from his friend? Of course not - just an almighty ass chewing for submerging his bike in shit and getting water into the motor. That was the final straw for me, and I laughed so much I was afraid I had torn something. I was still giggling and snorting when I got home.
(Smudge the Demon, Tue 7 Oct 2014, 18:16, Reply)