Little Nail was not happy. He had been happy before, but one day he fell out of the hard substance he had been hammered into. He fell on some hard black slab and had been moved around several times since then , being hit, bouncing up and down, unable to grab whatever moved him from his resting place . He was eager to grab something and penetrate it. His luck decided otherwise. he would have to be patient and wait. Little Nail was not happy.
Night had fallen for the umpteenth time, Little Nail had no notion of time really but could distinguish between light and darkness. He was prepared for another jolting around when suddenly he was grabbed by something . He bit and penetrated some soft mushy tissue, screaming with excitement when he felt he was tightly attached to something substantial again. He had found a new purpose, whilst he sensed some air escaping next to him he gently settled once more into a state of wholeness, his life's purpose once more was fullfilled. Little Nail was happy.
The Big Bad Wolf grumbled. I could feel something was wrong immediately , my bike began to handle differently and I realized I had a flat. Not quite flat yet but air was leaving my rear tyre fast and I was looking for a spot to stop and fix it. I was in complete darkness on a back road . Luckily I was in the neighborhood of the Beauvechain Military complex, and I gently let my bike roll towards the light at the entrance. Yip, my rear tyre was flat allright. No worries, get it out, get a new one in , pump it up and move along. The guards had seen me and one of them walked towards me and invited me to the guardhouse, where I could fix my wheel in full light. Thanks dudes ! 7 minutes later I was back on my way, I had found and removed the rusty little nail that had worked its way into my tyre, the small little devil. I chucked it into the grass . I always carry a spare inner tyre and I have a good pump. Nevertheless I was not looking forward to a second flat, because that would mean finding the hole and fix it. Luckily I was spared from more trouble and could finish the ride without any more stops. The nightride had something special since it had been flashing in the northeast for quite a while now. A distant thunderstorm probably and the lightning producing big eerie flashes in the cloudless sky.
Little Nail screamed when he fell he was being grabbed and pulled out of the substance he had so eagerly bitten himself into. He was being examined and then thrown away, this time falling into some soft wet substance. Hey, this was good, he touched the soft earth and came to rest, protected by some green foliage; hidden , safe , happy . This was not so bad after all. He felt secure and vaguely noticed some big flash before nodding off into happy oblivion.
Ride Stats: 40.5K and 245 heightmeters in 1h43. Average temperature : 5° C.
Reacties op bericht (4)
21-11-2006
..of course..
..I wrote it.. I thought it up whilst riding home after my flat..
I always invent little stories, I have a vivid fantasy I'm told..
anyhow, it helps me clear my mind while riding my bike.
I seldom actually write them down, but since I have this blog I might just write stuff like that more often...
21-11-2006, 23:50 geschreven door stoute wolf
thats a first
Indeed, mister Wolf... you may be sure of that! ;)
Can't sleep, so I read it again... If you wrote the story of the 'Little Nail'; 'Chapeau'!
21-11-2006, 23:40 geschreven door Kate
speechless?
..thats a first, kate :)
21-11-2006, 22:43 geschreven door BBW
...
zonder woorden
21-11-2006, 22:23 geschreven door Kate
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