On a ride last fall in the Missouri Ozarks with my buddy Joe, a squirrel chose me to be the instrument of his death. I saw him coming from a leaf filled ditch on the right side of the road. Usually, I would be grabbing for the brakes and hunkering down for the possible collision.
In this instance , he came over too fast and I made the instantaneous decision to just keep going. Well, he came through my front wheel spokes and then was thrust between the front fork and finally hit my chainwheel. I never flinched (well maybe a little) and he didn't impede my progress at all.
I looked back and Mr. Squirrel was dead as a doornail on the side of the road. I went back to check him out and he didnt have any blood spilled at all. Apparently, he snapped his little neck and was killed instantly.
Moral of the story...don't brake, dont panic and just keep moving forward. You can look back and you can go back. Speed cures all ills.
"steveb" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:1jYWg.234787$1i1.19889@attbi_s72...
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On a ride last fall in the Missouri Ozarks with my buddy Joe, a squirrel chose me to be the instrument of his death. I saw him coming from a leaf filled ditch on the right side of the road. Usually, I would be grabbing for the brakes and hunkering down for the possible collision.
In this instance , he came over too fast and I made the instantaneous decision to just keep going. Well, he came through my front wheel spokes and then was thrust between the front fork and finally hit my chainwheel. I never flinched (well maybe a little) and he didn't impede my progress at all.
I looked back and Mr. Squirrel was dead as a doornail on the side of the road. I went back to check him out and he didnt have any blood spilled at all. Apparently, he snapped his little neck and was killed instantly.
Moral of the story...don't brake, dont panic and just keep moving forward. You can look back and you can go back. Speed cures all ills.
The low spoke count aero-blade spokes work the best. :-)
On a ride last fall in the Missouri Ozarks with my buddy Joe, a squirrel chose me to be the instrument of his death. I saw him coming from a leaf filled ditch on the right side of the road. Usually, I would be grabbing for the brakes and hunkering down for the possible collision.
In this instance , he came over too fast and I made the instantaneous decision to just keep going. Well, he came through my front wheel spokes and then was thrust between the front fork and finally hit my chainwheel. I never flinched (well maybe a little) and he didn't impede my progress at all.
I looked back and Mr. Squirrel was dead as a doornail on the side of the road. I went back to check him out and he didnt have any blood spilled at all. Apparently, he snapped his little neck and was killed instantly.
Moral of the story...don't brake, dont panic and just keep moving forward. You can look back and you can go back. Speed cures all ills.
24 "Michael Press" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...
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In article <1jYWg.234787$1i1.19889@attbi_s72>,
steveb said:
On a ride last fall in the Missouri Ozarks with my buddy Joe, a squirrel chose me to be the instrument of his death. I saw him coming from a leaf filled ditch on the right side of the road. Usually, I would be grabbing for the brakes and hunkering down for the possible collision.
In this instance , he came over too fast and I made the instantaneous decision to just keep going. Well, he came through my front wheel spokes and then was thrust between the front fork and finally hit my chainwheel. I never flinched (well maybe a little) and he didn't impede my progress at all.
I looked back and Mr. Squirrel was dead as a doornail on the side of the road. I went back to check him out and he didnt have any blood spilled at all. Apparently, he snapped his little neck and was killed instantly.
Moral of the story...don't brake, dont panic and just keep moving forward. You can look back and you can go back. Speed cures all ills.
