Well got my bike fixed and prepped over the weekend and went for a ride. I was seriously enjoying how well the throttle was working, that I decided to take the paved back roads. As I was coming around a smooth corner, I caught the sight of something out of my left side, heard a bang, tighten up and slow down.
There was just some wet pink stuff on my windshield; I thought something fell from the trees or some jerk threw a fruit at me while I was driving. So I turning the bike around and was ready to whoop-some-butt. I didn’t see anybody, probably because I was out in the middle of nowhere.
A few hours later I was riding down the road and saw one of those big ugly turkey vultures and noticed how slow it took to fly away. Like an over-loaded C-130. I realized I must have not seen the bird around the corner and barely hit it when it was trying to fly away. In a way I felt a little better that it was a bird, but Damm Birds.
There is so much road kill around here that you always have to be looking out for those about to be squashed and those already squashed. And then those Damm bird who like to eat in the middle of the road.
