I threw caution to the wind today and joined my Grandson Moonbase Junior in what he called a bumper car and what I knew as a Dodgem.
This inter-generational wonder occurred at the Valentine's Day Fair in Leeds City Centre.
All went well with Junior driving until our first bump. For some reason we stopped dead and were sitting ducks! Eager rammers flew past us at speed and we just couldn't understand why our car was stationary until the ride guy shouted 'press the pedal!'
'Pedal? What pedal?'
Junior then realized that he'd got a pedal on his side and the bump had knocked his foot off!
Pressing said pedal to the metal, we were just about to re-enter into the fray, when some kid with a mullet totally rammed us from the rear.
It was one helluva collision and our car leapt violently forward, as did I, letting out a distinct yelp. Junior seemed unperturbed but I was definitely rattled.
I said 'Junior, pedal!' and I grabbed the wheel! Red mist had descended and I'd decided that Mullet boy was toast!
Fortunately he was a better driver than me and my anger dissipated as I drove in ever-decreasing circles!
I'm unsure of the moral of this story but it's the first time I've come home with Dodgem whiplash! 😵💫
Have you been on the dodgems?
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