Slightly annoying, I just rolled over a kid's bike. I went to pick up the boy from a neighbour's house where he and 3 other boys were playing. I pulled up a metre before the bike in front and the neighbour came to talk to me about something and I turned the engine off. I meant to reverse into her drive and head off in the opposite direction but as she chatted it became apparent I had to run an errand and I set off forward. As the little bike was out of view, lying half pavement/half road it was a kind of 'out of sight, out of mind' situation. There was a lot of crunching - the light was squashed flat, the saddle thing was unrecognisable and the wheel was wonky and wouldn't turn. The bike belongs to a much younger gang member so I could have it repaired for a few quid or at the very worst it'll cost me about seventy squids or so for a new one. Or I could replace it with my boy's last bike which is bigger and has gears and is hanging in the garage.
Poor mite was devastated as I watched him drag the wreckage off to his house. Time to meet the little feller's parents and confess. Better if call in early when the husband is out and the housewife hasn't dressed. Every cloud's got a silver lining, as David Essex sang.
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