Well here's the mob going for Harry's second ever bike ride (without training wheels), now the first ride was just around the local carpark so you could say this was his first proper ride. And so we picked Whitemans Park dirt tracks around there bush train station, so as not to ride into any poor sod out for a walk.
And it was about three minutes into his second ride that he came a gutser, and went straight over the handlebars.... ha,ha you just never get tried at watching kiddies fall off ha,ha. And talk about working bloody hard just to stay on his bike, he's little frount wheel was 'all over the place like a centipede on a hotplate'
just to stay on the track.Then after about seven minutes we came to our first stop, the bush train station of Kangaroo Flats, it's just a siding but i think it's the name that the kiddies love. So we stopped and our first drink and a little snack, and the water went down real quick as it was 41 in the shade! Not the best day to pick for his first track on his bike, but it's not like you can pick the weather hay.
As we jumped back on our bikes we heard a noise coming from the bush, then out of the sticks came the old Whitemans train. So the little nevilles loved watching it go by, giving them a nice little wave.
Then out of the blue the big fella Jacko went in a spin and over he went ha,ha, (sorry) but when one of the older billy lid's get the collywobbles and stack it (bloody amateurs) it's just so funny! But he got a bit cheesed off then like all good blokes blamed a bulldust filled hole fo
r falling off, and then dusted himself off and was back on the bike before you could say 'Bob's ya uncle'. Then out of nowhere over went the little fella as he kissed the dirt, but he couldn't get up quick enough to explane that it was a 'bulldust filled hole in the track dad'.... strewth there quick to pick up everything that's said around them. I just said 'Tell your story walking pal... like it or lump it you fell off sport'! Sucker.
But before you could say 'It was all over' It was all over, as I didn't want to go along the cement cycleway. See Harry's a bit rough as gut's right now, and I didn't want walkers running for cover into the bush as he rode by. And also it was friggin' hot and we had run out of water, so it was time to ride back to the commodore and hit the road home.