"STP" <[email hidden]> wrote in :"]news:[email hidden]:
Quoted message said:I killed a squirrel today. I was on the road riding and it darted out from a bush. It hit the
pavement just in front of me, saw me and did that squirrel/flintones thing and tried to reverse
direction. Unfortunately both he and I were moving too fast. The squirrel, back pedaling hard,
skidded about a foot or two in front of my front wheel then regained traction and reversed himself
and headed back for the curb
- right under my bottom bracket. My back tire rolled right over him. It all happened so fast I
never missed a pedal stroke much less had time to brake. If he had hit my front wheel, I'm sure
I would have been toast.
Anyone ever been brought down by a squirrel or other small varmint?
STP
I was on a fast Saturday morning group ride with 50-60 of my closest friends and one ran under my
front wheel. I might have been able to dodge it, but we were 3 wide and I would rather kill a
squirrel than put some other cyclists in the hospital. So I held my line and ran over it with both
wheels. It was dead for sure. It happened very quickly. I felt *really* bad for a while, as it was
the first animal I've ever killed on my bike or in a car. After a while I came to realize that its
not like I put a big dent in the squirrel population. They aren't an endagered species by any means.
Squirrels are funny. I've dodged a lot of them out riding by myself. They will run out in the road,
see something coming at them and dodge repeatedly in different directions. Its like they can't make
up their (albiet tiny) minds which way to run.
Dogs are worse. Out in the country where we have our group rides, owners don't bother keeping them
on leashes or in a fenced area. My day wouldn't be complete without spraying a chasing dog with a
water bottle. They have caused at least 2 serious accidents on group rides in this area in the last
couple of years with multiple people going to the hospital.
One time I was out training and a big black chow dog came running at me from a mobile home's
"porch". It ran from my left, into the road, and right under the front wheels of a 4x4 pickup.
Its fat dirtbag redneck owner came running out. When she saw her dog splattered all over the
road, she started bawling and yelling at me, like it was *my* fault. I just laughed at her. I
told her that maybe it would teach her to keep her next dog on a leash. Then I thanked the
truck's driver and rode off.
- Boyd S.
- Boyd S.