Went on he SATNR last night and sneaked away early from the pub at Mercer and came home via Mangatawhiri, Ararimu and Hunua. It was getting dark, which was part of the attraction, at least it was until I found a gaggle of ducks in the middle of the road. There were about 20 of them and I have no idea why they chose to settle on the road.
They were well inside headlight range before I could see them, just as they went airbourne.
Stopping wasn't even vaguely an option and there was no way I could dodge them all. I took one out with my left shoulder at about 100 kph.
It Fkn hurt.
I'm OK this morning, it's a great day and so I take the bike to work via the semi scenic route.
Just south of the Whitford golf course, I encounter some @##$%&*** oncoming, on (I think) a black speed triple overtaking on a blind brow and double yellows.
It wasn't desperately close (maybe a meter in it) but I would like to send him/her my dry cleaning bill. If I had been in the car it was a fatal for sure and maybe both of us.
They say that this stuff comes in threes
Good thing I'm not superstitious, eh?
I may not be as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I always was.
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