dcarver
Well-known member
Sept 29 2007 I injured the FJR and killed a Bambi.
Every day as I trailered the Harley to asphalt then rode, I would see Bambi, lying right where she took her last breath. Poor Bambi. It's OK if you shed a tear at this point. You finished crying? Good.
As the days rolled by, I could see that the coyotes had their fill, then the vultures. Soon, all that was left of Bambi was a skeleton; even the hair on the legs was gone, she had evolved to nothing but bones.
And every day I checked to see if she was there. I promised myself that when I got the FJR back, I would take a picture of her carcass and my freshly rebuilt FJR as a 'After' picture.
This is where it gets weird. After 3+ months, the very DAY I get the FJR back, camera in pack, ready for the photo op, Bambi is gone! I even walked the area to see if any remnants existed, none were to be found.
I had seen her on the way to pick up the bike, a Saturday morning. Knowing that no county worker works a Saturday, I even made plans to borrow a camera so that on the return trip, riding the FJR, I could take a pix.
...and she was gone, vanished. To this day I don't know what happened, who or what took her, but it just seems really weird that after 3 months of passing by her, the very day the FJR returns to the road she had disappeared.
Some may call it coincidence, I think something bigger is involved. The problem is I'm not smart enough to figure it out.
What do you think?
Every day as I trailered the Harley to asphalt then rode, I would see Bambi, lying right where she took her last breath. Poor Bambi. It's OK if you shed a tear at this point. You finished crying? Good.
As the days rolled by, I could see that the coyotes had their fill, then the vultures. Soon, all that was left of Bambi was a skeleton; even the hair on the legs was gone, she had evolved to nothing but bones.
And every day I checked to see if she was there. I promised myself that when I got the FJR back, I would take a picture of her carcass and my freshly rebuilt FJR as a 'After' picture.
This is where it gets weird. After 3+ months, the very DAY I get the FJR back, camera in pack, ready for the photo op, Bambi is gone! I even walked the area to see if any remnants existed, none were to be found.
I had seen her on the way to pick up the bike, a Saturday morning. Knowing that no county worker works a Saturday, I even made plans to borrow a camera so that on the return trip, riding the FJR, I could take a pix.
...and she was gone, vanished. To this day I don't know what happened, who or what took her, but it just seems really weird that after 3 months of passing by her, the very day the FJR returns to the road she had disappeared.
Some may call it coincidence, I think something bigger is involved. The problem is I'm not smart enough to figure it out.
What do you think?
