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I got nothin' here...
Okay, it's Wednesday morning and I have taken the day off. What to do? RIDE, of course! So off I go on a little morning excursion. I am heading over to town to fuel up the feejer, taking the back roads. (Actually, to get anywhere from my house, you have to take back roads.) I am cruising along, running about 80 or so, sweeping through the curves, careful to choose my lines, thinking to myself how impressed I am with my riding prowess...
Then, while in a wide sweeper to the right, out of nowhere, walking right into my path...A WILD TURKEY! Now, this ain't your average butterball, mind you. I kid you not, this things head was as high as my waist! This fat ******* had to weigh 30 or 35 pounds! ****! I imediately went into reactive collision advoidance, the turkey now has seen me, and distance is closing fast. The turkey began to turn to his right in an attempt to take flight back in the direction from which he came. (If any of you have seen a wild turkey take flight, you know this is not an instantanious thing. They need a frigin' runway.) Out come two of the biggest damn wings I have ever seen on anything with feathers, and they are in my line. Down with one wing thrust - tucking that left wing in just to miss my front tire. Now the upbeat...****! He's going to get sucked under the rear tire and I'm fixin' to launch off this thing like an ICBM! Then, out of nowhere, my right foot thrusts outward as far as my 32" inseam would stretch. I caught the left wing about mid-way, folding it up and sending Mr. turkey into a spinning nose-dive off the side of the road.
I am still alive. I check the rearview, so is Mr. turkey. *******.
Now, if it must be stated in my epitaph: "KILLED BY WILD TURKEY", then may I be found by the bar with an empty bottle in my hand - Not smeared down the asphalt with feathers up my ***!
Then, while in a wide sweeper to the right, out of nowhere, walking right into my path...A WILD TURKEY! Now, this ain't your average butterball, mind you. I kid you not, this things head was as high as my waist! This fat ******* had to weigh 30 or 35 pounds! ****! I imediately went into reactive collision advoidance, the turkey now has seen me, and distance is closing fast. The turkey began to turn to his right in an attempt to take flight back in the direction from which he came. (If any of you have seen a wild turkey take flight, you know this is not an instantanious thing. They need a frigin' runway.) Out come two of the biggest damn wings I have ever seen on anything with feathers, and they are in my line. Down with one wing thrust - tucking that left wing in just to miss my front tire. Now the upbeat...****! He's going to get sucked under the rear tire and I'm fixin' to launch off this thing like an ICBM! Then, out of nowhere, my right foot thrusts outward as far as my 32" inseam would stretch. I caught the left wing about mid-way, folding it up and sending Mr. turkey into a spinning nose-dive off the side of the road.
I am still alive. I check the rearview, so is Mr. turkey. *******.
Now, if it must be stated in my epitaph: "KILLED BY WILD TURKEY", then may I be found by the bar with an empty bottle in my hand - Not smeared down the asphalt with feathers up my ***!
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