Hot wired

My bike was red, but you get the general picture of what it looked like.

Grandpa had several roads to his cattle pens. One had a low spot that often filled with water. I loved to ride my bike through that low spot. Water often reached almost to my knees. Especially on a hot day, the water felt great.

One day, I rode through that spot and nearly fell off my bike. I couldn’t figure out what had happened. I backed up and tried again. Boom! I felt as if something had hit me. I was completely baffled. I had ridden through this puddle before; why couldn’t I get through now?

I backed up to try once more. Then I noticed an electrical insulator on a pole to the side of the puddle. The light began to dawn. I looked at the water more closely. I saw a thin line enter the puddle, then disappear underneath the water.

I turned around and stayed away from that dip ever afterward. I wanted to avoid another shocking experience.