Years and years ago, when I was still young (ahem! *cough cough*) I was riding my bike home from school or my Aunts house or something (I don’t remember the exact details of before and after, but I remember the event itself very well) when all of a sudden the front wheel of my bike popped off the bike in front of me. It kept rolling down the street ahead.
Not only did the wheel keep going, but the bike kept going on the back wheel. I was amazed that I hadn’t fallen off the bike, but I had a dilemma to face: I needed to get that wheel back. So, I jumped off the bike – and the bike itself kept going. *le sigh* So, I ran after both the bike and the wheel and they kept going for a short while before crashing into the curb in a heap.
Once I got to the bike, I put the wheel back on and I looked around to see if anyone saw what had just happened. A man with a pipe and his family were sitting on their porch just across from where it all happened. They were laughing hysterically, clapping and um… smoking. I think if I had seen it myself I would wonder if I need my eyes checked.
So, that is the story of my brief encounter with being a clown (other than when I actually was a clown for the Mayors Charity Run in the Mount Gambier Annual Christmas Parade), which is a short story for another day (babies cried when they saw my face, but small children laughed, you’ll understand why when I write about it in a future post.
I hope this story was at least a little entertaining for you. Have you ever had an epic stack and turned it into a circus show? Have you ever been in strife and had to improvise? What is your short (or long) story of miscalculated landings or another similar story? Please share in the comment section below. Thank you. 🙂
