Bridging The Gap In Her Knowledge

| Related | October 19, 2013

(We are driving across the West Gate Bridge in Melbourne for a day trip. I’m having a conversation with my mum.)

Me: “There aren’t many cyclists here.”

Mum: “I’m not surprised. It’s a lot steeper than it looks. I rode up the bridge with a group of friends for charity once.”

Me: “Oh, did you? How did you get down again?”

Mum: “We didn’t.”

Me: “No, I mean, how did you get down the bridge? Did you ride? Or did someone drive you because it’s so steep?”

Mum: “No, we didn’t get down!”

Me: “But if you go up, you have to come down again.”

Mum: “…oh yeah.”

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