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Robin Trower
I was riding along the Duffy Lake Road in beautiful British Columbia this past weekend. Ride report forthcoming. About 10:30am a deer run in front of me. Often you hear jokes about shorts getting dirty after a near miss.
Not this time. The near miss scared the deer so bad he was pissin' like a fire hydrant all the way across the road. Yep that is right. I watched him pee, a heavy stream, as he ran across my path. My shorts remained clean. I was doing about 40 to 45 mph.
It was so close I could see him running and trying to get traction on the pavement. I managed to hit the rear brake pedal and barely got my hand on the front brake then the incident was over, a slow reaction time for sure. I may have scrubbed off 5 to 15 mph and, and I also remember thinking at the time I am going slow enough to survive.
This was a good size deer. I was lucky to have missed him and did not have time to get scared or the pissing and lack of traction thing was a huge distraction.
Frickin' frackin' Forest Rats. I hate them.
Not this time. The near miss scared the deer so bad he was pissin' like a fire hydrant all the way across the road. Yep that is right. I watched him pee, a heavy stream, as he ran across my path. My shorts remained clean. I was doing about 40 to 45 mph.
It was so close I could see him running and trying to get traction on the pavement. I managed to hit the rear brake pedal and barely got my hand on the front brake then the incident was over, a slow reaction time for sure. I may have scrubbed off 5 to 15 mph and, and I also remember thinking at the time I am going slow enough to survive.
This was a good size deer. I was lucky to have missed him and did not have time to get scared or the pissing and lack of traction thing was a huge distraction.
Frickin' frackin' Forest Rats. I hate them.
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