>Well, I'm riding on my trusty Thicko moped, with daughter Kate on the
>back... and who do we see? Why, it's old "Flat Dick". Rick sees me, as he's
>riding his mountain bike (dangerous things those mountain bikes...) and hits
>the brakes. Well, obviously the brake bias was waaaaaaay off, or maybe FD
>just forgot to squeeze the rears...but all of a sudden FD is "ass and
>elbows" flying over the handlebars, and just manages to avoid falling on his
>head as he lands in a heap. Kate, who saw it all, is hiding now, behind my
>back because she's laughing hard.
>
>Rick gathers himself up, and tries to appear nonchalant. Nice one Flat Dick.
>(I never hold a grudge after getting even... we're even now.
>
>Flounder
Now, if we were to check the brake mechanism on Flat Dick's mountain bike,
might we find YOUR fingerprints on there, or were you wearing gloves when
you sabotaged it?
Calvin K.
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