When I was working over near Whanganui a while back I was going for an exploratory afternoon fang up some of the local backroads. As I was gassing the ol' RZ up a short straight I saw what I thought was a pukeko in the long grass on the side of the road, & didn't give it a second glance, puk's usually just run off. As I got close however this huge mass of blue-green flapping featheryness exploded out of the grass & flew across the road at head height, only inches in front of my rapidly approaching visor. Bloody Hell!
Once I'd gathered my thoughts & extracted the seat vinyl from my sphincter I realised it was a friggin Peacock! Expect the unexpected...
I,ve had some interesting experiences similiar to above.
One morning flying down the hill on my treddley to work, a small dog ran out in front of me, flat tack, it happened so quickly I didn't have time to dodge the little critter, and fortunatly for me he was little, cause I hit him fair and square, I had the front shocks on my bike locked out, I can still see it happening in slow motion, as I hit it, it colapsed and rolled over then took off up the road on three legs, full noise, literally from its mouth, little legs pumping as fast as they would go, sorta funny except I thought I must have broken the 4th leg.Couple of days later, getting my morning buzz going fast as possible down the hill and round the corner and what do yu know, the little critters on the road again, slow learner.Any ways must have heard me cause he looks around, and still looking in my direction, he is instantly running in the opposite direction.Incidents like this I can see where the inspiration for some cartoons comes from.
Another time me and a friend where descending a long windy road out the back of Napier and a Turkey runs out in front of us, we were 2 abreast, it ran in front of my friends wheel which he missed by a fraction, then it decided to take to the air between the 2 of us just missing taking me out, we looked at each other after it happened and burst out laughing.
And as for magpies, they love to attack cyclists, got marks in my helmet, been chased up the road many times, persistant little barstards.Had one body slam me, felt its soft body against my back, had blood drawn on my ear.
Ops, sorry its not motorbike stories, still waiting for it to arrive, its on the way though, I"m on the count down, 27 days to go - hate waiting !
My story sounds like an amalgam of some of the other ones: bird on road, think "Never mind - I'll go to the left", just before I get there bird changes direction. Splat! Impact with the front wheel.
Average sized bird, but enough to make me crash after impact. I reckon she was about 165cm, perhaps 19 or 20, dark hair, probably a student.
No feathers, but lots of screaming.
He failed too. So did The Mof from the Dungeon Dimensions.
I'm waiting to see what comes next. I just hope it's not the Uber Squirrel. No hope against that.
Originally Posted by skidmark
This world has lost it's drive, everybody just wants to fit in the be the norm as it were.
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
The manufacturers go to a lot of trouble to find out what the average rider prefers, because the maker who guesses closest to the average preference gets the largest sales. But the average rider is mainly interested in silly (as opposed to useful) “goodies” to try to kid the public that he is riding a racer
Had a magpie used to dive bomb me when I was on my lambing beat. The prick lived in a pine tree on top of a cliff and the track went below the cliff beside a river. No way to avoid it. So my cousin sat facing backwards on the bike (That takes a bit of doing in itself) with a shotgun. The magpie never pulled out of its' last dive...
So saying, I'd come back as a Magpie in a later life. They just piss about all day harassing hawks and the occasional shepherd, having dogfights and living the life their mothers probably warned them against.
He failed too. So did The Mof from the Dungeon Dimensions.
I'm waiting to see what comes next. I just hope it's not the Uber Squirrel. No hope against that.
Shit, no! I've read all about those bloody Ninja-trained attack squirrels - they'll take on the largest of bikes without fear and seeking assistance from hardened, armed, US cops is no use.
Did a photo run on a fishing vessel once and a seabird that had obviously had a good feed impacted on the left front of the aircraft at around 360 Kays. He hit a glancing blow on a fairly solid part of the nose which made one hell of a bang. Spoilt his day I suspect though we took no damage apart from the mess and some minor scratching. Later on we flew through a rain shower to wash him off.
If you love it, let it go. If it comes back to you, you've just high-sided!
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I've had 2 bird strikes.
First was at 110kph and it was a small birdy in the centre of the visor.
No head movement at all from the impact which surprised me.
But the sound!
Ears were still ringing half an hour later.
Second was a normal sized (blackbird type) one that lost most of a wing between the peak and the helmet of my mx helmet - again on the road and slowing from 110kph - If that beastie had hit me in the goggles...
Ever seen a bird hit a windscreen?
I was heading along and a van was coming toward me in a 100 zone and all of a sudden this black thing shoots straight up off it's windscreen and I'm thinking WTF! What felt like half an hour later this dead birdy spirals down to be run over by the following car as well
Havnt suffered from bird strike,but almost had possum strike the other morning.Had just left for work when I saw a hawk feeding on road kill,just outside Katikati.A car going the other way forced the hawk to take off complete with the possum.Just in front of me the hawk realised he wasnt goingto make it and dropped the possum.Just at that moment a 4wheel drive forced its way past,between me and a solid yellow line,and collected a load of rotten guts in the middle of his winscreen! Couldnt have happened to a more deserving person! There is justice in this world after all!
Also had "Kentucky fried chicken strike" a couple of weeks ago,out of the window of a logging truck,unfortunately my GN250 wasnt fast enough to catch up with the truck to get his number.
i went to 4 fatals as a reuslt of people (2 on bikes) hitting cows and horses.
one night coming in the rain home from te kuiti driving the booze bus, crested a rise through a cutting just south of the waitomo intersection. pitch black it was - no one else on the road. patrol cars behind me.
i see some shapes on the road - lift my foot off the gas, fuck me, it's farmer joe in his dri-z-bone trying to herd his 1/2 dozen escaped cows back into their paddock!
cows all over the road, i don't know how i missed them in 10 tonnes of mitsi's finest.....
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