Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2013 6:26:23 GMT -6
Rumble was once again playing in the woods, but this time he had chosen a better place to play. No scary monster or weird poisonous plants in the Whitetail Wood! What could the Pegasus foal be doing here all alone? He was working on some super secret training! This wasn't the type of training he was doing for a future lifestyle. No playing explorer, or playing knight. Not even practicing flying to one day join the Wonderbolts!
Rumble was practicing how to ride a scooter.
The colt had his own helmet, but he getting a scooter had been a small challenge. He hadn't had enough allowance saved up to buy one new so he had needed to do some searching around. Luckily his friend Featherweight had one he had been willing to part with! Rumble had to part with two weeks of his allowance, had to help take some picture for the Foal Free Press, and spend some time helping to clean the editing room at the end of the day. Not that bad of a deal considering he could spend the time helping the Foal Free Press to hang out with Featherweight and Shady Daze.
Rumble started his practicing slowly by going back and forth on a straight stretch of a trail. Each time he did a lap he went a little fast, pushing with a hoof for a little more speed. He had tried using his wings like another Pegasus in his class, but he couldn't get it to work. For now he was content to get the basics down. Standing upright on the scooter felt odd, but that was due to him not being used to the posture.
With each lap came a little more confidence as he found out he could go straight without any trouble. Each time he went faster he also went a little farther until he left the area he had cleared out. This is when he encountered a most treacherous foe: The rock. The colt didn't know what to do when hitting a bump big enough to destabilize him and instead of bailing out to the side he went down with the ship. Suddenly the back wheels were off the ground, and the ground was coming up very fast! He knew how to land from a crash from flying, but not for a situation like this! All he managed to do was let out a little yell before face planting into the dirt.
Helmets could save someone's life from a fall, or nasty collision, but did little to protect one's face. The fall hurt, and as Rumble pulled himself up onto his hooves he knew there would be marks left that he'd have to explain later.
Rumble was practicing how to ride a scooter.
The colt had his own helmet, but he getting a scooter had been a small challenge. He hadn't had enough allowance saved up to buy one new so he had needed to do some searching around. Luckily his friend Featherweight had one he had been willing to part with! Rumble had to part with two weeks of his allowance, had to help take some picture for the Foal Free Press, and spend some time helping to clean the editing room at the end of the day. Not that bad of a deal considering he could spend the time helping the Foal Free Press to hang out with Featherweight and Shady Daze.
Rumble started his practicing slowly by going back and forth on a straight stretch of a trail. Each time he did a lap he went a little fast, pushing with a hoof for a little more speed. He had tried using his wings like another Pegasus in his class, but he couldn't get it to work. For now he was content to get the basics down. Standing upright on the scooter felt odd, but that was due to him not being used to the posture.
With each lap came a little more confidence as he found out he could go straight without any trouble. Each time he went faster he also went a little farther until he left the area he had cleared out. This is when he encountered a most treacherous foe: The rock. The colt didn't know what to do when hitting a bump big enough to destabilize him and instead of bailing out to the side he went down with the ship. Suddenly the back wheels were off the ground, and the ground was coming up very fast! He knew how to land from a crash from flying, but not for a situation like this! All he managed to do was let out a little yell before face planting into the dirt.
Helmets could save someone's life from a fall, or nasty collision, but did little to protect one's face. The fall hurt, and as Rumble pulled himself up onto his hooves he knew there would be marks left that he'd have to explain later.