Oh, man. Let's go home.
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a 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.