Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for August 29, 2016

A death by a thousand falls and scrapes.

I don’t remember having such an adversarial relationship with my bike.

Would Hobbes beat the bike up, or the other way around?

You want something deadly? Try BASE jumping.

Second of all, don’t take lessons in bicycling from a tiger.

That’s what bicycles do. They rarely make quick work of it.

Eight years ago I went over the handlebars and broke my collarbone and six ribs. Also got a little road rash and concussion in the package. A little over two years later, same bike, I went over again. This time at a much slower speed, and yet I still managed to crack my acetabulum.

That’s right, I busted my ace…

I remember a brake lever in my knee when I was aged as Calvin is

The Coaster Brake. Best invention since the wheel.

Ah, sort of like life.

Yup. I had a similar relationship with my bike. Also, a similar size problem. Mine was “convertible” between boy’s and girl’s so I could reach the pedals without the bar in the way, then, when I was bigger, could have the bar back.

Hey, how’d he get my bike?

Like me on skates. It’s been 15 years, and the skates still win.

Can’t ride a bike, can’t skate, can’t drive a car, can’t even swim.

Luckily my feet know how to walk.

Calvin’s got one evil bike: Ironically, a picture of Calvin and his bicycle come up when you do an image search for “Evil Bike” and click on this photo!

The bike is taking its time with this one.

Mom! Mom! Dad hates me…

It’s just a bicycle, for heaven’s sake! What could possibly go wrong?

Early ’70’s, cruising thru Univ. of Wash. campus on drop handle roadbike..Hit curb, and for a brief moment went faster than the bike,Put my arm in front of my head to protect it (the days before helmets..)Gave the arm a compression compound fracture., a fair tradeoff from it being my skull.