Presumably the new bike cycled admirably, it was just the heaving, racking, gibbering wreck on top that spoiled the illusion? 

Has your pulse gone back down, the whirling dots in front of your eyes disappeared and the uncontrollable twitching in yur legs subsided yet?

How true Stead.  Funny though, my memories of bikes are very different:  I had 'borrowed' my sister's new bike.  I was freewheeling down Alder Hill, the front wheel hit a pothole, I somersaulted as cleanly as Olga Korbutt right over the handlebars and successfully gouged a hole in my knee so big you could see my kneecap!
I snapped the pedal clean off the bike & lost the basket too.  

Aren't we all?

Hmm.. going home was easier than going into work

Only took 10 minutes - granted there was a lot more traffic so i spent more time on the footpath

You're a man!?

Darn... there goes all my "boy named sue" jokes

Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke
And it got lots of laugh from a lot of folks
It seems I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got keen
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
I`d search the honky tonks and bars
And kill that man that give me that awful name

But it was Gatlinburg in mid July
And I had just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
And at a table dealing stud sat the dirty
Mangy dog that named me Sue

Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother had
And I know that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent and grey and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you`re gonna die." Yeah, that`s what I told him

Well I hit him right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer

I tell you I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin'
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile

And he said, "Son this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he`s gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along
So I give you that name and I said good-bye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that name that helped to make you strong"

"Yeah, he said, "now you just fought one helluva fight
And I know you hate me and you've got the right
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But you ought to thank me before I die
For the gravel in your guts
And the spit in your eye because
I'm the son-of-a-bitch
That named you Sue"

Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him Pa and he called me a son
And I came away with a different point of view
And I think about him now and then
Every time I tried, every time I win
And if I ever have a son I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George...anything but Sue

Way out Dude!

Speaking of dad's, son's and bikes...

One day little Johnny comes home one day from school and his mom asks him how his day was. He replies, "Mom, today I had sex with the teacher!" Immediately she was angry. She said, "Just wait 'till your dad gets home, he's going to be very mad at you. Go to your room!"

So the boy goes to his room and finally his dad is home and comes up to the room. The boy tells his dad and the dad is proud of the boy. "Great job son! How old are you 12? 13? How about we go down to the store and get that shiny red bicycle you wanted?" So, they go to the store and the dad buys the bike for his son. Then he asks, "Well Johnny, do you want to ride the bike home?"

The boy answers, "No, that's okay Dad, my ass is still sore!"

-- Edited by NateO at 23:38, 2004-07-26

i've been to gatlinburg

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Originally posted by: Joe
"Sooz, every little helps"

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Thanks for the support!  Oh, and I should have warned you that it was likely to feel much harder on the second day, things always do cause the first flush of 'get up and go' has, well, gone.

  So true.