Shanks' Pony

Yesterday I needed a bike in order to ride around my nan's house.  The parents had "bought" nan a new mattress, which is to say that they'd bought themselves a new mattress and were "kindly" giving her their old one.   I needed to go around nan's to be there when "it was delivered", which, again, was shorthand for the only person we knew with a white van, namely our uncle, who would take the role as the delivery driver. 

So I needed to get around her house, which is under a quarter of a mile away.  Not a problem, but I needed transportation.  Dad brought out a little girl's bike.  It looked like a 1:4 scale model of my normal bike, which was at my house.  It was the sort of bike that pink handlebar tassels were made for.  All I can say is: I'm glad it was dark.   

I have been on this earth for 26 years and it was only yesterday that I discovered the term "Shanks' Pony".  

"You can either ride that bike," my dad said, "or it's Shanks' pony."  


  1. Sounds like Shanks' Pony and Hobson's Choice all rolled into one!

  2. I'm loving all these newly-discovered phrases!


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