Since last week I have taken H out many times to practice his ever improving cycling skills. There has been a mounting embarrassment on my part each time we enter the park. Being quite big for his age, H on his Spiderman bike had begun to resemble a hoodie on a mini-moto- just ridiculous!
Today, armed with my tape measure, we set out determined to find a suitable replacement that screamed, 'My parents are not neglecting me and are in fact very generous'. The solution was soon agreed upon, a very trendy looking, red BMX. The bike was paid for, taken home and after some pretence of toolbox manliness, was successfully assembled and ready to roll.
'Oh yes!' H exclaimed, 'This is much better.' With minor adjustment to his push-off, H set off, proud on his normal sized vehicle. In a short amount of time H's handling skills have vastly improved and were proudly observed when I called out to him to watch out for the dead pigeon that adorned the path. 'Okay!' came the delayed cheery response. I watched H successfully align himself parallel with the dead bird. As he pedalled closer he appropriately used both brakes to slow down to gawping speed, his face a combination of repulsion and intrigue as he contemplated the columbidae corpse.
Dead pigeons always arouse my suspicion, they always appear to have fallen mid-air and always, always have their eyes closed. I read on the BBC site this week, about a dog that had thirteen golf balls in it's stomach. On his daily walk around a golf course in Fife, Oscar, a five-year-old black labrador was swallowing the golf balls he found in the hedgerow. Perhaps the pigeon had suffered a similar fate. I'd like to think that being in the same family as a dove, the pigeon's gizzard was stuffed with olive branches, consequently the pigeon had closed its eyes and died overwhelmed by peace and satisfaction. The reality is it was probably blasted out of the sky by a air-rifle wielding hoodie on a mini-moto or perhaps it simply choked on fag ends.
On our way home H confidently informed me that his new bike does 30mph in just 12 seconds!
I couldn't find a recipe for pigeon gizzards with olives but did manage to find the 'Pigeon Watch' website however. Pigeon shooting sounds like a great hobby actually. Providing that the army surplus gear / transit van / smelly doberman lifestyle is your kind of thing that is.
http://www.pigeonwatch.co.uk/tips.htm#basic
Nice bike!
sounds like Lewis hamilton should scared very scared with H achieving these kind of speeds on his BMK .It could be the pigeon had been sucked into the mini cyclone caused by H as he raced pass Earlier on his bike