RAymond tried to use his cycle whenever he could. But somehow he hadn't mastered the art of mounting it smoothly and he frequently clouted the shank of his leg. He was starting to amass loads of bruises. One day he wrapped his leg in protective padding and set to practicing, aiming to quash his propensity once and for all. At first it wasn't going too well and several times he would gnash his teeth in frustration. But eventually he got it right in a consistent fashion and he could look forward to riding his cycle without fear of being injured on his shank.
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