As soon as I got home from work, my son of 6 years old and my daughter of 5 years old come running up begging to ride the tri zinger. Yes the exact tri zinger I just painstakingly refurbished. My son started out. He rode for 20 minutes without incident. Then I noticed something on the tire causing it to bounce up and down. So I waved him in for a landing to see what appears to be dog $h!t smooshed between the knobies on my brand new front tire. So I approached with caution, and with a small stick I dug out small piece of the loaf to test my hypothesis. I sniffed it and it smelled like soil, dirt, not. Cool! So without hesitation I ran my fingers through the groves of the knobies to get all the dirt out. As I was knuckle deep, my son on the trike let out a gagg just as I was slapped across the face with the hot stench of dog crap! The fight or flight instinct kicked in and without thinking I turned tail and ran away gagging. But it was too late, the damage had been done. Now I have a dog $h!t encrusted left hand. So I make a run for the hose leaving my 6 yr old son to fend for himself. I did get the dog dirt out from under my finger nails, finally and reassured my son that he was gonna be ok. I hosed and blasted all the soil and
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Originally Posted by UFLBret
