All of them at some stage.
When travelling on bike through Oz I was told to stop riding at dusk as it was the time when it got a little cooler and the roos came out. Could not se the reason... before I got up to past Carnarvon in WA. Was happily riding on a looooong straight and suddenly had something whack in to my leg from the side. I went wobbling all over the show, but managed to stay on the wheels. When I got the bike stopped I looked around and did see this fucking big roo standing by the side of the road. After that I stopped riding when the sun started to go down.
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