I had a nice ride to Bridgeport and back.
I got off work Saturday morning with the intention of meeting up with the group for dinner, then heading home, as I had to drive to Riverside the next day. By the time I got home, 30 minutes later, I was feeling ill and arrived to find out that Eve's friend, our guest, was running a 102 degree fever. I didn't think it would be a good idea to go away from home with the impending illness working on me. I think we all got the H1N1 virus, including Eve, who was too sick to ride along to Riverside to take her friend home. Driving 600 miles with a fever was no picnic either.
Think fun, have funThink crash, have crash
It's that simple.
Really?
So, with my attitude that I respect my animal brothers, the deer, and revere the web of life for putting them there, knowing that I'm superior in intelligence and will exercise due caution to avoid them, as opposed to carrying hatred for them, calling them derogatory names and even posing dead ones for undignified photographs, then I'll never have to worry about hitting one?
Is that kinda how it works? Time will tell.
As you may recall, I had a rather
traumatic experience with a jackrabbit on my way home from Park City WFO. Well, on my way to NAFO the following July, as I was entering the High Sierra desert about dusk to do my tactical night ops toward Colorado, that experience was heavy in my thoughts. Sure enough, moments later, a jackrabbit bolts out of the sagebrush, right into the front of my leaned over front tire. That really messed with me, and I was rather nervous from that point on, until daylight came again. I guess the point is that I had discounted the rabbits as something to be avoided on the previous trip, and one really proved me wrong. Now, I try to avoid all critters, hoping that the practice I'm getting may pay off when the stakes are high.
