I had to post this because it was just too funny…although I don’t think Glen may have thought so at the time. It came up via some e-mail correspondence between he and I talking about maybe commuting into work next week.
Oh, under the category of “Glen needs one more reason to despise WTD (white tailed deer)”: early morning ride, 2 km out of Mitchell, admittedly a little too focused on the white line. Doe comes barreling out of the bush, doesn’t see me til she hits the pavement. I hear her feet hit the pavement, look up, and sprint for the gravel while freaking out. She manages to balk at the yellow line and takes off behind me. My front tire hits the edge of the pavement and blows. Ruined both the tube and tire. I don’t know which headline would have fit: “cyclist hits deer” or “deer hits cyclist”. Mother nature’s revenge….