(Hi Folks – I’ve cut my ear rather badly so won’t be about to comment for an hour or two – or even perhaps for a couple of days. Lots of dramatic blood but not too serious I suspect. So no worries!)
Eight-year-old Corry’s mother couldn’t afford to buy him a proper bicycle. All the other kids had bicycles with gears and stuff. A couple even had e-bikes – like those kids weren’t obese enough already. Of course they were too young to be allowed to ride an e-bike on the road, but their spare bikes with all sorts of knobs on was for when they left the confines of their home property.
All that Corry’s mother could do was to paint up her grandfather’s old bicycle and fix the tyres. It had sat in the woodshed all these years. It was as old-fashion as they come, and looked it. It didn’t even have gears. Cycling up even a little hill was a major task. Poor Corry was embarrassed to ride out on it because everyone laughed at him.
The town’s annual fair was held each year on the race course. It was always a huge event. Simply everyone in the town went. Corry had an idea. He made a big sign and took his bike to the fair.
CYCLE ONCE ROUND THE RACE COURSE
AND EXPERIENCE WHAT
YOUR GREAT GRANDPARENTS
PUT UP WITH.
There was a waiting line all the way to kingdom come.
Corry went and bought himself a proper bike, although he kept his old bike for next year’s fair.
(P.S. Thanks for the comments and concern. As luck would have it the doctor on duty today at the Hospital Emergency had 40 years as a plastic surgeon and was retiring today! So he spent 5 hours fixing my ear, and now I look like Jack of Jack and Jill with my head wrapped for the next 5 days. How did I do it? It was a night mare (literally). I leaped over a high wooden fence to escape a wild horse and scrapped off all the skin inside my ear on the bedside table! I take blood-thinners so you can imagine the mess!)