tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661055202772893066.post2759393432649366752..comments2023-10-28T02:12:00.592-07:00Comments on Life According to K: Jackson's BikeK kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09851243329771949070noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661055202772893066.post-33929109203597277132010-10-13T00:01:40.527-07:002010-10-13T00:01:40.527-07:00Holy cow that kid is nuts. I'm so sorry.
Whe...Holy cow that kid is nuts. I'm so sorry.<br /><br />When we were little, my brother and I had Big Wheels--the original, all-plastic ones. Well, I guess they had metal axles, but that was about it. Anyway, unless you got the fancy kind with the spinout hand brake on the right rear wheel, they had no brakes. Usually we would just stop by locking a knee, stopping the pedal rotation, and skidding to a stop. This unfortunately resulted in uneven wear on the front wheel, leading to a bumpy ride. To avoid a front wheel out of round, my brother took to using his feet as brakes. This of course made my mom mad because of the shoe damage. Worse, though, was that he became so habituated to this style of stopping that he once did it without shoes on. Ouch.janeannechovyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01965405250604022222noreply@blogger.com