Much to my disappointment, I am not riding these days. I have tweaked my lower back, and it is too painful to lean forward. It will pass, I am sure. But I would rather be riding.
I think every road rider harbors one fear or another. Being hit, hitting the wall, flat tire and a crash, whatever it may be. Mine is a little weird, but I can not help but think about it on each ride. I am concerned about those other issues too, but not like I am about the following.
My fear is the fear of roadkill. Not the roadkill itself. I see tons of dead animals; squirrels, raccoons, chipmunks, hawks, deer, you name it. The mere presence of dead things is not unsettling to me. I am, afterall, a hunter. I see, touch, carry, and gut dead critters of all shapes and sizes.
No, what scares me the most is being sprayed by a dead critter. Here is the scenario: I am riding along. There is a dead animal in the road, and not near the edge. Out in the middle, where the cars are. As I approach it, I hear a car coming up from behind. Just as I draw even with the kill, the car overtakes, and does not (or maybe they do) see the roadkill. They smash through it, splattering the stinking crap in all directions, and all over me. Guts, fur, blood, and it is all rancid. Would on earth would I do? Puke is my guess.
And I think about this every single time I pass a roadkill. Told you it was weird.
Safe travels today.
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