Oh, man. Let's go home.
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2011.07.09
We went out with Kenny's balance bike again, but he had doubts. I'm not as sure about his interest in the thing as I was when I bought it.
We'd only just begun when he said, of the work in getting it to go anywhere, "oh man. let's go home."
But we wound up spending quite a bit of time both with the bike and on the beach.