Well, some times, I have a very bad desire to kill my wife. This is one of them times.
Some days ago, for some weird obscure reason, that only the females of the human specie may understand, my beloved wife told the kids that they could have a real bike!!!! They had some money left from their birthday gifts, so somehow, in some way, she told them that they could get a couple of real bikes. I guess it was an effort to make them understand that buying car models costing 50€ or 60€ (which of course they destroy in a couple of months time) is stupid, when they could buy two bikes with the money they had.
Of course, she didn't consider the fact that bikes are dangerous, or that the kids are only 10 years old, which means their self-preservation instincts are still non-existent. And of course, the kids grabbed the opportunity to get those bikes (I do not know a kid who would say no, to such an offer).
And of course, it was up to daddy, to figure out what bikes to get (mom is always for cheap things, "Find some used ones" as if used kids bikes grow on trees). After she was satisfied that there are no used kids bikes in the market, she gave her permission to buy new ones. But of course, they had to be cheap. Which means they had to be Chinese. Well, even if she wanted more expensive ones, no one seems to be importing more expensive ones in Greece, so that was a moot point. And of course, dad had to go buy the bikes (with instructions to bargain for a better price or at least a free helmet etc). And of course, dad had to spend a whole day assembling the darn things and fixing all the stupid things the Chinese had done wrong (like installing the floater inside the carburator upside-down, so that gas was pouring under the bike. Or making sure that one of the nuts which are used to secure the front shock absorbers had stripped threads. Or that each and every bolt was loose. Or the fact that the carb of one bike was adjusted in such a way that it wouldn't idle. And of course, the kids were all over me, asking when their new toys will be ready. Grrrrr
Anyway, after all those happy moments, when dad was cursing his luck and mom was chatting on the Russion version of Facebook with her friends, and after some sore fingers, the bikes started and run like they should. And here are the results.
Yes, Alex, as always, was eager to be the best driver, so he had a ... close encounter, with a tree.
And here are my charming kids having fun.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v3...t=MVI_1690.mp4
Thank God, they are not as fast as I thought they were, and given the tightness of our garden, they can't speed enough to be of great danger to themselves or the dogs (which, by the way, were scared to death by those noisy toys).
P.S.: the quality of the pictures and especially of the video is not something to write home about, but I hadn't used the Canon S90 for so much time, that I had forgotten how to adjust it.
P.S.2: And for those interested, these are powered by a 2-stroke, 49cc engines, with an auto gear box. Disk brakes on both front and rear wheels and a single rear shock absorber with coaxial spring.
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