Mile 1:
3 of these tried to break out of their yard and chase me. Luckily the fence held fast.

Shortly afterward, one of these tried to get hit by a car:

Mile 2:
I jumped out of the way of this combination:


Mile 3:
Sadly Uneventful.
Mile 4:a couple of cool 15 year olds on one of these (not observing stop signs, correct side of the road, or right of way for pedestrians). Note: it was not a scooter built for two.

Mile 5: A little bit of this


and a little bit of that

Mile 6:



Mile 7:


Mile 8:
My personal favorite. A domestic dispute....in the front yard....between these two:


Mile 9:
The previously referenced scooter must have had a full tank of gas. It took one more shot at running me off the road.
Mile 10:
These three made their own attempt at a career as speed bumps.

All in all, a pretty entertaining afternoon. Just to reassure everyone: All the children narrowly escaped their dooms, I don't think Eminem and the Wendy's girl ever actually came to blows (though the local kids may have learned some potty words), and I overcame my inner demons and resisted poking a stick through the spokes of the moped as it breezed by.



4 comments:
i like the alf kid best
Ok - so I do check your blog at least once a week, but now I'm considering checking it every day. You win the best blogger award Pete. Too funny. Love the picture words. It's at a level where Jacob and Ben could read along too :)
Oh - Tank says "so uh, how's the tournament going?" He's so mean.
Hey.....what's wrong with being fat and wearing an Alf shirt?
Queep!
I can't find your email address.
I emailed Laura with my bracket manager, but you can enter your picks here.
Email me for the password!
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