Strangely enough, the only two memories I have I riding this contraption are both bad ones!
Of
course, you already know about the escapade that had my head being
dented, the other incident though still makes me squirm quite a bit,
even now as I'm typing this.
One night a long time
ago, back at the height of my accident prone stage, I was having a
great time riding around the back verandah of the family abode in Nancy Street.
This section of the house had no floor covering at the time, so it was
a good spot to be able to ride the trike around at night time.
However, as my luck would have it, I hit a bump, or bounced off the wall, or something, and hit the floor. Somehow, my hand must have slid along the rough section of the floor, for I was soon bawling my eyes out as I had acquired a large splinter, which had gone underneath a fingernail on my right hand, which naturally required a trip up to the hospital.