I look up and see the ribbed back clothed in a tattered t-shirt, attached to what appeared to be a pointed, bamboo hat. The shirt is gathered and then tucked into a antique-brown plaid longi that is seated on an old bicycle. milliseconds tick by as I wonder what creature would have the ability to ride a bicycle when my eyes rest on the tiny, writhered ankles of the mysterious form in front of me. My brakes are not stopping and the form is quickly taking the shape of a frail old gentleman, when all of a sudden- SCREEEECH!!!! I mustle up all I can to halt the dreadful piece of aluminum that I am hoisted on and jolt forward as I barely kiss the tire of the bike in front of me. The sweat drips down my forehead as I try to figure out if the distinct vertabae has been effected by the stress of the last 4 seconds. He has not moved and still seems to be waiting for the cars to pass by, in order for him to cross the street, so I jump to the conclusion that all is alright and move on past him.
For some reason, I cannot get over the dinosaur back....
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