niero
12th April 2008, 16:50
OK, so I strut my way to my beloved bike and go for a ride to Port Hills at about 8pm last night. Cruising along the road and suddenly a possum (that F***ing Possum!!) decides to end it all in rather interesting fashion, here what happened:
Just got passed the 100km/h sign, which means pretty much no speed limit since its so windy up there. Come up to a corner doing about 50, starting to come out of it 60...70... leveling out, *BANG!* all I remember seeing was that mofo of a possum sprinting across the road (like hell I was the only moving thing around there for the next 50 miles why couldn't he had picked an other moment to cross the bloody road i do not know) anyway, but no, hear me out, you wont believe what happened next. Instead of a *thump, thump* that possum somehow rather managed to get up right before his encounter with front of my bike, so he flies over, yes >OVER< my front visor, head first, tongue out, superman style going right for me, I duck down to the right as the possum shoots right past me, up somewhere into the dark. I was really lucky that I was far to the left hand side of the road when that had happened otherwise when I ducked to the right I would have fallen off the cliff. Good lord that gave me a fright! So I was left with a big blood smurf across the front of the bike, a cracked visor and a nice thick coat of premium possum fur across the entire front of the bike. Does that happen often with you guys? Tell me something from your animal encounter archives.
Have fun riding
Nikolai
Just got passed the 100km/h sign, which means pretty much no speed limit since its so windy up there. Come up to a corner doing about 50, starting to come out of it 60...70... leveling out, *BANG!* all I remember seeing was that mofo of a possum sprinting across the road (like hell I was the only moving thing around there for the next 50 miles why couldn't he had picked an other moment to cross the bloody road i do not know) anyway, but no, hear me out, you wont believe what happened next. Instead of a *thump, thump* that possum somehow rather managed to get up right before his encounter with front of my bike, so he flies over, yes >OVER< my front visor, head first, tongue out, superman style going right for me, I duck down to the right as the possum shoots right past me, up somewhere into the dark. I was really lucky that I was far to the left hand side of the road when that had happened otherwise when I ducked to the right I would have fallen off the cliff. Good lord that gave me a fright! So I was left with a big blood smurf across the front of the bike, a cracked visor and a nice thick coat of premium possum fur across the entire front of the bike. Does that happen often with you guys? Tell me something from your animal encounter archives.
Have fun riding
Nikolai