Early cycle training is crucial
early cycle training
Originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales collection
Here, Petunia McNabb takes her pet wombat
Josephine out for a little ride round the neighborhood.
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Gosh, what’s not to love about this picture? The little girl’s name is Petunia, which is splendid. The wombat (WOMBAT!) is fittingly getting a bike ride. And the wombat’s name is Josephine, which really is a terribly elegant name. Lucky girl(s).
i want to make a block print of this!
-bug
Wombats are cool.
Fantastic pic! Mind you, you have to be pretty careful of wombats after dark around here. Hitting one when on your bike is like hitting a furry rock. Much pain for you and the wombat. One also needs to be careful around kangaroos. It can be quite magical to be riding along with a big grey pacing along beside you, thump, thump, thump. But they have a tendency to suddenly swerve and bad luck to you if their zig meets your zag. I’ve had two customers in the last couple of years get knocked off their bikes by wayward roos.
Hitting (or getting hit by) a kangaroo sounds rather exotic, but I expect is no more fun than colliding with a deer, which is what Kansas riders have to avoid.
Meetzorp, Oh yes, the exoticness of the impact has no bearing just how much it sucks. The only compensation is how good the story is that you get to tell afterwards.
The best “I ran into…” story* comes from a friend of mine who hit a bison in Elk Island Park just outside Edmonton Alberta. I can’t do the story justice but it included a sentence that went something like: “I ended up laying on the ground under it and all I could think was, yup, that’s a male.” For this and other similar stories she earned the nickname “Hardcore”.
*And perhaps the only one where the runee wasn’t injured in the slightest.
love the toothy smile on the wombat…