It was on the 10th of May, of the present year, that a
brace of curiously contrasted events added themselves to the sum of my
experiences; for on that day I confessed to age by mounting spectacles
for the first time, and in the same hour I renewed my youth, to outward
appearance, by mounting a bicycle for the first time. |
AI image created by R. Kent Rasmussen |
There was a row of low stepping-stones across one end of the street,
a measured yard apart. Even after I got so I could steer pretty fairly
I was so afraid of those stones that I always hit them. They gave me the
worst falls I ever got in that street, except those which I got from dogs.
I have seen it stated that no expert is quick enough to run over a dog;
that a dog is always able to skip out of his way. I think that that may
be true: but I think that the reason he couldn't run over the dog was
because he was trying to. I did not try to run over any dog. But I ran
over every dog that came along. I think it makes a great deal of difference.
If you try to run over the dog he knows how to calculate, but if you are
trying to miss him he does not know how to calculate, and is liable to
jump the wrong way every time. It was always so in my experience. Even
when I could not hit a wagon I could hit a dog that came to see me practice.
They all liked to see me practice, and they all came, for there was very
little going on in our neighborhood to entertain a dog. It took time to
learn to miss a dog, but I achieved even that.
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Get a bicycle. You will not regret it. If you live. |
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