Typical Aussie immigrant - always where ya don't need 'em.
On one of my favourite roads this morning, in a particularly tasty corner - sweepy leftie, shoulder down, tight on the inside line, crankin' it on.
And there right in front is a harrier on the road kill, just off the road in the grass. It decides to decamp since there's this loony on a bike heading too close to it, so up it jumps - which puts it right in the way of my head - about two feet away (or so it seemed anyway).
Slowing time into nano-seconds, my thoughts went some thing like..."I'm gunna hit this bugger, arn'I? But hey, I'm gunna hit it with my head at around one hundred mumblety-mumble km/hr. That could hurt a bit. Maybe I shouldn't do that. Perhaps I oughta duck the head out of the way..."
Which is what I did. Had to abandon the sight line through the corner, hoping that, unsighted, I wouldn't go anywhere untoward. Head went down and hard right and I heard/felt the wind noise lurch as the harrier passed within a few centimetres of my head - quite literally, it was that close.
Of many close encounters with harriers, that must have been the closest. Certainly gave the sphincter its daily exercise anyway...
Must have been a day for bird suicide - had several other near misses on the ride.
Bloody bike must be invisible...
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Originally Posted by PrincessBandit
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