I wanted a Schwinn Beach Cruiser with pegs on the back wheels. I begged for one starting at about the time of my birthday in October, and didn't stop until I got one in December for Christmas, sort of.
I didn't actually get a Schwinn. What I ended up getting was a Stingray Beach Cruiser, and it didn't have pegs.
Almost the same, but not quite.
Anyhow, I used to ride it all over the place. One of the places I rode a lot was the duck pond at El Dorado Park.
One day I was riding around the duck pond trying to see how fast I could make it around. At one point a goose ran right towards me and bit my leg. On my next trip around the pond I tried to kick the goose. I missed, lost my balance on the bike and steered myself into the poop and moss filled duck pond.
The goose squawked, mocking me with his smug goose-ness.
I got up, picked some gravel out of my hands and rode my bike home with wet, mossy pants and scraped up and bleeding knuckles.
Oh...sounds terrible! I hate it when they chase you and try and bite your ankles! I refuse to feed them anymore!!
ReplyDeleteThe duck pond is still gross. M likes to feed them and scream in their faces.
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