On my way home from work I used the bike path old railroad
bridge to cross the Connecticut River and just before hitting
the bridge, a little blur streaked across from the far left
side of the rail trail towards me.
Suddenly I felt like a captain of a liberty ship during WWII
watching helplessly as a torpedo streaks toward the center
of my ship.
No blast, just a "bump"!
Looking back, there was the squirrel lying on its side, white
undersides showing towards me, not moving at all.
Looks like my brand new 37mm Conti Contacts handle the "bumps"
quite nicely!
I actually felt rather bad. I apologized to the spirit of the
squirrel, but had to inquire why an animal so clever at relieving
bird seed and suet from feeders could make such poor decisions
when crossing pavement? Mr Squirrel didn't reply, but didn't
seem too angry at me for ending his days.
The mother with two small children immediately ahead of me didn't
seem so forgiving.
Although she didn't say anything, she just glared at me as I
passed by the family out for a walk on the bike path, only to
witness murder by bicycle of a cute little squirrel. Her eyes
seemed to say, "You, you, CUTE SQUIRREL MURDERER, you!"
I'm working at sharpening my peripheral vision and detection
software so I can better intercept and avoid these four legged,
bushy tailed land torpedoes in the future...especially when I'm
in front of an idyllic young family out for a spring walk on a
bike path!
SMH